I am a mind driven insane my the people around me,
the ones who keep calling out my name and
asking, begging, pleading for fame.
I am one of the bright ones,
a living creature, driven mad by rain
that still washes at my face with malice and blame.
They keep asking, keep begging, keep pleading me
for their half second of fame.
Even clocks ticking help to maintain
what little of sanity I have kept clung to my name.
I feel it slipping by me, grain after grain, falling away
and stealing my still lips just so they can proclaim
an echo of their self wished and selfish fame.
You bid my time and take hold of my reign,
reeling and rearing, from the second I came
rushing from behind, trying to take back my picked-apart brain.
Trying to take back my frame of fame.

My title has been stolen to you, my fame taken and lost
all that I'm left with is shame and the frost.
So tell me, is this humanity?
Is this what it has come to, snatching my sanity?