Chorus
Sanity.. But what does it all mean..
The difference between reality and the way things only seem..
Mentallity.. Merely and illusion..
But I'm slowly going crazy, here's the tales of my conclusion..


[13th's verse]
The cells of my cerebrum slowly subsided down to par
diagnosed wit Schitzophrenia wehn realizin reality dwelled afar
a battle of war raged on inside of my phyical & spiritual members
confusion of dreams & ginuine things cause problems 2 remember
was December a holiday?,a celebration for the messiah bein born
Jesus is the way,the truth,the life..then why do i steadily mourn
my rain steadily pourin..an illusion or time to think outside the box
christians/jehovah witnessin missions said my mind is unorthodox
its a paradox,a parody,a joke of my future, present and past...
in the beginnin its the end,my last chance had no chance 2 last..
see life thru a glass,predict every step and go thru the mechanics
if theres a God,why are Israelites and Jews convertin to Satanics
can't stand it...who am i...yup...its the tales of my conclusions...
accept the twist of fate & just dwell in the illusions of my solution



Chorus
Sanity.. But what does it all mean..
The difference between reality and the way things only seem..
Mentallity.. Merely and illusion..
But I'm slowly going crazy, here's the tales of my conclusion..


[Knight's Verse]
Undeniably, My vision faces the stars, skimming the sky.
Intaking every moment to heart, this sight swims in my eyes.
Basking in the everlasting moonlight I stare upon the clouds.
And my tranquility interrupted by a voice which draws me down.
Blinking hesitantly I stare at the source of my vision's demise.
A relative intruder deflects my dream away to schism my eyes.
Breaking, falling into this void of unnecessary accomplishments.
I stare at the unorderly being, trapped in hell until my mom's convinced.
To leave me alone, just give me some time for myself for once.
The constant harrassment, pacing through wastelands to water fronts.
Back and forth, heaven to hell, a pulsating rhythm within my mind.
And once my mother leaves again my heaven glistens and shines.
This rhythm defines disorder, bitching and Complains.
I'm missing half of sane, clutching, twitching through the pain.
Hitching on this train, Taking me away from sanity.
And this life God handed me was less than what was planned to be.
Does this define humanity? God forbid me to last one day.
In the household throwing fists or in the streets with gun play.
But after years of this, something's missing, seems confusing to find.
Abusing all kinds, Choosing my signs, I'm slowly losing my mind...

Chorus
Sanity.. But what does it all mean..
The difference between reality and the way things only seem..
Mentallity.. Merely and illusion..
But I'm slowly going crazy, here's the tales of my conclusion..

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