The wall still stands but my head now hurts.
I slam and I slam, but the pain still lurks.
I want rest, I want release,
Please God, a second of peace.

The quiet, the loneliness, the insanity.
Heart beating faster, soul against gravity.
I can hear the grass grow, my mind screams.
The world as I know it, splits at the seams.

This is the thin line, those cursed must walk.
Step left, dead silence and ghosts that stalk.
Step right, blaring chaos and psychotic bind.
Must find this middle or I'll lose my mind.

Panic, anxiety, fear, depression and hopelessness.
Rage, dispair, life unfair, nothing but loneliness.