On the verge of tipping over The sensation of insanity knocks on the door I want to clean my madness from my brain Get rid of the filth from my system The shutdown process is almost complete The ship is sinking into the sea, or what have you It's like I'm controlled by forces I do not know I am no longer me and the self is weak Letting go seems only a step away To regain control by giving up restraint The definitive move in crossing over An outlook of question marks Letting go seems only a step away Tired but can't sleep, worn but not tired Walking around in a constant state of flux Numeric patterns between the lines Strikingly fascinating The feeling of satisfaction is in the air The clichés prove true once again When given the means To chose my own direction I want only what's mine to have For my senses tell me I'm right They give me insight into this Oh, and by the way It was never all it was cranked up to be Once more, let me explain But wait, there's nothing to explain In the end the feeling's always there Staying around for the grand finale When time comes around Today, tomorrow, or another day Living for the moment Then going out with a bang