Putting everything I have into becoming sane
As the wind fiercely made its way around the sky, so blue
Everything eventually succumbed to the mark of Cain

I voluntarily isolated myself in my distant domain
Every day, little by little, my thoughts spiral askew
Putting everything I have into becoming sane

I could use some help to figure out a way to contain
All of the things that have been past due
Everything eventually succumbed to the mark of Cain

Immortally connected to this resilient chain
My being as new as the dim light coming through
Putting everything I have into becoming sane