Crimson Interloper - Means End

How do you know I’m mad?

You must be

Or you wouldn’t have come here

My eyes widen

As I step through into another world

Lucid unlike one’s dreams

It seems familiar but not quite

Has something changed

During the night?

I do feel a little different

Now that I think about it

But if I’m not the same today

As I was yesterday, how can I allay

Thoughts cast in disarray?

A shifting identity?

I’m afraid I can’t explain myself

Because I’m not myself, you see?

Treading through with a curious gait

The vagrant mask I wear

Negates the world

Simulacrum of a man

(Maybe the shadow is the one who casts the man?)

Springing from the shadow

Paint a picture of me that fits the frame

So I can blend into the madness

Endless regression

Treading through with a curious gait

The vagrant mask I wear

Negates the world

Can it really be that everone is crazy

Or is it only me that’s out of my mind?

Does that question even make sense?

No

Treading through with a curious gait

The vagrant mask I wear

Negates the world

If I had a world of my own

Everything would be nonsense

Nothing would be what it is

Because everything would be what it isn’t

And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be

And what it wouldn’t be, it would

You see?