Michael : Feel your cell start to shrink ?
Katie : Feel the walls closing in ?
Matt : Compressing your thoughts ?
Jessie : Cramming your brain ?
Emily : Driving you insane ?
Michael : You`ll wish you were dead every so often.
Katie : Your six by eight will be your coffin.
Matt : Nobody will hear.
Jessie : When you scream and cry.
And so i die...
In my six by eigh coffin...
And so i feel the walls of my cell closing in and... I die...