Boyaciyan, Arto Tunc/Serj Tankian
Текст песни Claustrophobia

Losing sight of the eternal garden can be devastating at best.
What drives me insane are the catastrophic perplexities of those closed souls,
with whom I have drank from the pure fountain of harmony.
As long as there's a maze, the mouse will prevail,
But when enclosed and bordered my health will fail.
The enigmatic loss of vision and its accompanying diverse avenues of existence cause this lockdown hysteria;
If one could only get a glimpse of the frying sun; driving down the freeway, looking slowly up,
one could sidestep some of the unnecessary, if not dramatic emotional encumbrances and overtones associated with casual emotive calamities,
Whose necessity generally comes from the need to shift focus--from the victim to the envictor--an overload of climactic pressure cooked...Claustrophobia of space within.