plausible sanity, you’ve got to hand it to me, even at my craziest i can act like i am sane

and the weirdest thing about it is that the infection in my brain

is growing increasingly fevered as my grey matter tugs and strains

the wicked wild side of this illness is that i’m suddenly 100% deranged

yet the performance i am giving could land me a supernova on the walk of fame

because despite the fact that i’m sick and losing it and my brain’s a heavy crazy stain

the doctors are impressed at the healthy façade that i can feign

the truth is it’s simply easier to go psychotic and stuff my eyeballs down the drain

so i scream louder and louder and louder because madness is my heart’s refrain

and i grind my teeth and rip out my hair because i’m the only one to blame

by the end i’ve peeled off all my freckles and i know i’ll never be the same

it’s tricky being mentally ill when you can act like your mind is compliant and tame

when in reality you’re cracked, diseased, and dying, and isn’t that a fucking shame

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