I have split the sane and insane part of me into a helplesss philosophical mind party.
The faces I see staring at me, seem scary as a clown on ecstasy.
I cant quite keep it together, the tight rope is wearing thin
I can barley function my paranoir is setting in
I'm trapped between two worlds of helplessness and shame
Each one trying to dominate the game
The apocalypse is real and I'm in the middle
They say its mental illness, I say its real
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