Ever felt it? That abomination in the back of your chest? The warm, subtle, frenzy; a play on insanity? Right there, touch it, right in the center. Not the heart...but close. Hidden behind the apocalypse animated in your mind.
Pressure, in the brain. Feel a little insane. Will it go away? Can it even be tamed?
Lost in the dark, Swimming with sharks, Jabbed by enough, Jagged and rough,
I'm just meshuga, Worried by could'ves' Explosive conceptions Smoke choked by hookas
Tell me I'm ready Flying to freedom Afloat and steady Reaching for kingdoms
I'm falling forward Nose-diving toward Pavement-made jungles Vision is bordered
Raining disaster Coming down faster Searing with laughter End is the capture