*little darkSpace(S)* or existenz is real

Soon this space will be too small
And I'll laugh so hard
That the walls cave in

Then I'll die three times
And be born again
In a little box
With a golden key
And a flying fish
Will set me free

Soon this space will be too small
All my veins and bones
Will be burned to dust
You can throw me into
A black iron pot
And my dust will tell
What my flesh would not *(ouvir aqui)