Not gleeful, nor gloomy,
Not pestered, or privileged;
Mediocrity lying in consciousness,
Mediocrity lying within extremity,
Mediocrity in unparalleled intensity,
Mediocrity in places it should never be.

Give me an ocean of memories;
Both of the plotted horror and delights;
Give me the anchor of a nightmare,
And you'll see me as how you want to:
Eaten by my own inhibitions,
Succumbing into distortion.

Dancing with my shadows ain't that easy;
Especially if they have a mind of their own.
Put me in a room with my reflections:
You'll see how many we are in this head.
I may be one man, I may be one mouth,
But the real madness isn't one monstrosity.

I'm surprised how they hold on to me,
Considering they broke me already.
Hey, maybe that's their real plan.
Be thankful when I don't get your attention;
It's better they all jabber at once,
Than be silent, cold and secretive.

They battle in my thoughts,
They would make my head explode,
Yet here I am, still in one piece.
I may make no sense:
It's fine, I don't try to be.
At least these hogs know how to entertain me.