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.