I sank down the plane of delusion. It’s vast expanses mocked my advances, and
bid me, “Oh fragile mind, you will learn how to fracture.” Scrawled across the
walls the suffering saint cries out: “Is it madness to retreat from the myopic gaze1
that holds us captive?”2
Follow me, I’ll take you to the edge of reason. Fall with me3, we’ll make a home in
our delusion. I split my mind4 ten thousand times, but in every world there’s no
exit. No exit.5
No madness in a dream6 - no walls surround me to keep me safe. The straight
line you draw for me: So perfect, so pure.
Untie me from reality. When every word is falling from your mouth, don’t let it
become your escape.
Make an escape from the monolith;7 scale the lies of material despondency. I
waited on the tracks of reason, but my train of thought it never came, it never
The straight line you draw for me: So perfect, so pure; so perfect, so pure.
I’d change the world but I can’t change myself.
I saw you shout at the shadows.9
I’d change the world but I’m chained to myself.
Define paranoia 10 -
Behind the Song:
1 George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four
2 Frantz Fanon, The Wretched of the Earth
3 Søren Kiekegaard, The Concept of Anxiety
4 R.D. Laing, The Divided Self
5 Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
6 John Nash, A Beautiful Mind
7 Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish
8 I had an encounter a man suffering from delusions in Penn Station, NYC. He was fixated on a particular train coming, one that seemed wholly fictional from my perspective.
9 Albert Camus, The Stranger
10 R.D. Laing, The Politics of Experience