going sane

If you don’t believe me, I don’t mind
I’ve seen too much to stay
I’m tired of being insulated, blind
This is my getaway
So stop the parade
I am afraid
I am going sane
Stakes have been raised
Bullets have grazed me
Help me clean the stain
Remember how I always turned around
Whenever the sun would set?
I worried if I watched it sinking down
It’d pull me in after it
So stop the parade
I am afraid
I am going sane
Stakes have been raised
Bullets have grazed me
Help me clean the stain
Now I serve my verbal knife shows
With a couple twists of lime
And though I’m still morose
I’m getting less ose all the time
Still got two dozen reasons
But only nineteen rhymes
I’m running low on luck
I don’t give a flying
Funny how the time goes faster now
That I believe in it
Revelation station, show me how
Look how the pieces fit
So stop the parade
Plans have been made
I am going sane
Stakes have been raised
Well, I am amazed
I can see again
I am going sane