going sane - Shrug

If you don’t believe me, I don’t mind

I’ve seen too much to stay

I’m tired of being insulated, blind

This is my getaway

So stop the parade

I am afraid

I am going sane

Stakes have been raised

Bullets have grazed me

Help me clean the stain

Remember how I always turned around

Whenever the sun would set?

I worried if I watched it sinking down

It’d pull me in after it

So stop the parade

I am afraid

I am going sane

Stakes have been raised

Bullets have grazed me

Help me clean the stain

Now I serve my verbal knife shows

With a couple twists of lime

And though I’m still morose

I’m getting less ose all the time

Still got two dozen reasons

But only nineteen rhymes

I’m running low on luck

I don’t give a flying

Funny how the time goes faster now

That I believe in it

Revelation station, show me how

Look how the pieces fit

So stop the parade

Plans have been made

I am going sane

Stakes have been raised

Well, I am amazed

I can see again

I am going sane