Listen close to this and let me paint a picture.
Inside my mind, where it's way too dark for any fixtures.
A mixture, of hail and hell inside my brain.
Feeling like both sides of two oncoming trains.
Twenty-three cars in a one car-lane.
I don't know why I kinda love the fact that I'm deranged.
Sane or insane, some think that the latter's bad.
I'm the calm before the storm, the storm, and the aftermath.
All rolled into one, it's hard just to contain.
Hard to not change, even harder to explain.
I might explode and leave behind a stain in my name.