[Chorus 1] I know my mind, I know it well For when it finds a place to dwell, be known shall all that waits to be understood in every right untouched by false or borrowed sight. [Verse 1] These halls are built of numbered days, Of measured steps and bolted will; They speak of care in tempered phrase, Of minds made quiet, calmed, and still. I wait my turn, I state my case, And trust that time will fall in place. [Verse 2] They tell me rest will set me straight, That thought itself must be restrained; My words are weighed, then deemed oblique, My calm as proof I am unchained. I speak — they write — I speak once more, The ink decides what I am for. [Chorus 2] I know my mind — I know it well, For when it finds a place to dwell— be known shall all that waits to be, to be, to be— untouched by false or borrowed sight. [Verse 3] The nights grow long, or else too brief, The bells repeat what I have said. I hear my name — or hear relief — Or hear the sound inside my head. If I am calm, they call it strain, If I protest, they mark it pain. [Bridge] I am not ill. I am not ill. I am— I was— I am not— [Chorus 3] I know my mind— I know it— for when it— for when— untouched by false by borrowed sight. [Outro] I know my mind — I know — I know, They know it too, they say they do. The walls repeat me soft and slow, Until my thoughts are split in two. If all agree I am unwell, Then tell me — who is sane to tell?
