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Line of Sanity
- [Verse 1 –Fractured Clarity]
- I found a way to stay—words to say—
- Even when the meds are off and thoughts stray.
- Maybe I’m a little bit insane today,
- Processing three syllables at a time—okay?
- Shout out to the Midwest,
- Digest these lines, no time to rest.
- Lyrical depth you won’t reflect—
- I digress.
- They say I’m institutionally affected,
- By force fed lessons I never selected.
- Abuse or discipline? The line is thin.
- Necessary pain? Depends on who’s within.
- Some preach power through dominance,
- Others just mask their incompetence.
- Ownership isn’t consent.
- I'm not a pedigree—I'm not bent.
- Now that you’re tuned to my speed,
- I bleed on tracks, but never concede.
- Maybe I’m the villain and the victim,
- But truth is all I need.
- [Verse 2 –Against the System]
- They stare confused,
- Trapped by what they're told to read and use.
- Lines drawn by fear and provocation,
- This nation’s wired for dissociation.
- Too scared to care,
- Too quick to label the different as impaired.
- Stormy distractions mask deeper affairs,
- Truths buried under televised stares.
- Can’t talk sex, trauma, or Freud’s confusion,
- Without being dismissed as delusion.
- But what if I failed latency
- Because this system’s breaking me mentally?
- We hide behind digital illusion,
- Connection traded for intrusion.
- Undress with the eyes, then hide the shame.
- A cycle of blame—
- Pleasure and pain played like a game.
- [Chorus –Sanity Slips]
- Don’t hand me your diagnosis,
- You don't see the ghosts I’ve hosted.
- If this is madness, then let it be known—
- The joker never laughs alone.
- I walk the line of sanity,
- A product of imposed humanity.
- This is more than psychopathy,
- This is surviving in a world of hypocrisy.
- [Verse 3 –Dark Reflections]
- Every night I write with red wine in hand,
- Ideas dancing like shadows across sand.
- Furniture of thought, twisted but clean—
- What does it mean
- When your trauma builds your routine?
- No, I don’t glorify the grotesque—
- But I won’t sanitize for comfort’s request.
- We all carry bones in closets,
- Some polish them into trophies,
- Others wear masks and sit in offices.
- I don’t claim innocence,
- Just full awareness of consequence.
- Psychosis lingers like a loyal friend,
- Whispering rhymes that never end.
- This isn’t fiction—it’s confession,
- Structured like a therapy session.
- [Chorus –Sanity Slips]
- Don’t hand me your diagnosis,
- You don't see the ghosts I’ve hosted.
- If this is madness, then let it be known—
- The joker never laughs alone.
- I walk the line of sanity,
- A product of imposed humanity.
- This is more than psychopathy,
- This is surviving in a world of hypocrisy.
- [Outro –Controlled Chaos]
- These words aren’t just for show—
- They're the keys to the lock I’ve yet to outgrow.
- If darkness speaks, I let it flow,
- Not to glorify, but to let you know:
- There’s a fine line we all cross slow—
- Some return.
- Others never show.
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