He didn't think he'd get used to
The strange new world of the psych ward
From day to day now he
Becomes comfortable with madness
Not just with the madness of others
But with his own
With the dissolving of the rigid boundaries
Between sickness and health
His motivation was perfectly selfish
He was already on a quest to save himself
Ready to move between the poles of his mind
He walks around skinless like them
No separation between the world and himself
Nothing to isolate and protect him
Just as with an autoimmune disease
Your consciousness attacks itself
So how can you not lose your mind?
His motivation was perfectly selfish
He was already on a quest to save himself
Ready to move between the poles of his mind
His motivation was perfectly selfish
He was already on a quest to save himself
Ready to move between the poles of his mind
Sometimes you have to risk touching the ice
And going down to the groundwater
That makes up the glacier