Putting everything I have into becoming sane As the wind fiercely made its way around the sky, so blue Everything eventually succumbed to the mark of Cain
I voluntarily isolated myself in my distant domain Every day, little by little, my thoughts spiral askew Putting everything I have into becoming sane
I could use some help to figure out a way to contain All of the things that have been past due Everything eventually succumbed to the mark of Cain
Immortally connected to this resilient chain My being as new as the dim light coming through Putting everything I have into becoming sane