I Found Space

I hear my muffled, soupy breath
Lick my lips each fourth or fifth
Swallow my spit
It's amplified like through a cone
Seems to echo through the dome
Over my head
The polyester lining scrapes
Against my six-day stubbled face
Trapping my groans
I try and fail to twist my neck
My arms and legs pinned to a rack
Cracking my bones
I went looking for heaven but I found space
And it was great, it was great
Back home they thought I'd vanished without a trace
But I found space, I found space
I'm peering out this tiny hole
In a twenty gallon bowl
Plastic and chrome
And all the stars and dust I see
Look no more real than on TV
Let me go home
Craning for a better view
Over metal walls
If I could return to you
I would ditch it all