[Verse 1 — tense, spoken-inflected] You keep telling me I’m overreacting, like I’m the one who’s lost the plot. But I’ve drawn the diagrams, I’ve mapped the whole damn thing out— every reason, every angle, every thought. And yet you sit there blinking, like I’m speaking in a language you forgot. I’m not confused. I’m clarified. It’s all of you who’ve wandered off the line. [Chorus 1 — explosive, paranoid logic] Don’t you dare say I’m unreasonable— I’ve justified every word. You didn’t listen, you never do, you just wait for what you’ve already heard. If you can’t follow the chain of truth I can lay it out again— but don’t expect me to slow it down for the comfort of ordinary men. [Verse 2 — internal monologue fractures] I heard the whisper behind the hallway door, that soft little snicker you thought I’d miss. “Maybe he’s just tired…” “Maybe he’s too wound up…” Oh, you patronizing hypocrites. I can see through every sideways glance, every heavy sigh you think is subtle— you’re terrified I’m right because if I am your whole world bursts like a bubble. (brief pause—breath catches) I’m not unraveling. I’m finally seeing how thin the fabric’s been all this time. [Chorus 2 — second escalation] Don’t you dare say I’m irrational— I’ve measured every turn. It’s all connected, all of it, you’d know that if you’d learn. I won’t dilute my reasoning to fit your tiny frame— just because you can’t see the fire doesn’t mean there isn’t flame. [Bridge — whispered argument with self] (quiet, close-mic, internal dialogue) “Calm down…” I am calm. “You’re making them nervous.” They should be nervous. “They don’t understand.” Exactly. “That doesn’t make them wrong.” But it doesn’t make me wrong either— does it? …does it? (…does it?) (voice trembles) Why is everything so loud inside my skull? [Final Chorus — unraveling, desperate] Don’t you dare say I’m imagining— I know the shape of truth. Every word I shout is evidence, every crack revealing proof. If the whole world says I’m mistaken then the whole world’s out of tune— and I’ll keep screaming till someone hears my voice inside the room. [Outro — quiet, disoriented, breaking] I’m not lost… I’m here… I’m right here… I’ve been right all along… Haven’t I? …haven’t I? (soft echoing bass pulse fades)
