5.Metanoia
Look at me now, I'm losing control
I don't know what to call myself
I know that I'm sick of playing a role
All along, I've been kidding myself, seeking out a set reality.
They say sanity is dictated by what the larger percentage of
society sees.
What does that mean？ Clearly nothing.
Psychology is not an exact science, in fact, there is no exact
science, thoughit may seem.
That means I'm okay and everything's ok.
Wrong again, I've been kidding myself. Life is falling apart at
the seams.
Somehow I'm doomed to go over the same ground in these
compulsive circular thought patterns over and over time and
again over and over time and again.
I think I've got it all worked out and then I forget every
conclusion drawn every epiphany, gone.
I felt safe, then the walls came crashing in one day.
Without warning, everything that I thought was stable deep in me
starts to wash away.
Can you feel it？ It's the motion of the tide.
Watch yourself now, there's an ocean deep inside.
You could drown in it.
Look at me now, I'm losing control, Might even be learning to
enjoy the sting of the irony.
Changing my shape, I slide through the door way.
Watch yourself now.
There is no ocean deeper than this.
Watch yourself.
It's an endless journey through the abyss all along I've been
kidding myself, working equations.
It's a long walk in and there's no clear way home.
Everything I was in constant change.
I'm not the same.
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