Insanity… In‑sanity… Insanity… Just got out the hospital, this pain grown influence, not living in a noose. I’m sick of your void, the shadows that follow through rooms. That insanity when someone calls a bluff — I don’t give a fuck till God grants me death. Shot 25 grams of meth. I’ve seen many die from less. I saw stress endlessly growing in my head, some called me weak, some vote crazy. ’Cause you never noticed I was watching your moves, you had clear intent, but me — clear to reject all these friends that now feed off body, they move like feds. Insanity… Insanity… Insanity… Call my move, I won’t hesitate — you said I was weak, looking in descent of emotionless depth, that now is the script. You said I wouldn’t ’cause I was afraid of death. “Begging for attention” was the words you repped. Told you moments hit anytime — today might be the day where my light reaches your mind. EMS on the steps, words exchanging, police added stress. Saying, “Did you finally come to collect or connect me back, back to my neck?” ’Cause bagged dead in scripts. Showed everyone the move, the angle of crazy. So careful with your words — I demand respect, not neglect or foul‑play shit you thought was over my head. Insanity… Insanity… Insanity… (Hook) Insanity calling, it’s crawling, it’s clawing my spine, voices in the hallway whisper “you’re mine.” Shadows in the doorway bending my light, I’ve been fighting with a ghost that keeps feeding off night. Insanity— echo in the walls I breathe, Insanity— stitching every scar I bleed, Insanity— dragging every thought I keep, but I rise from the pit where the wicked don’t sleep. My best friend’s death comes with a cost — I accept. Calling him down the road, these roads are hell. You think I’m fragile, soft, sensitive — but I’m the opposite. Sick in the ambulance showing EMS my friend and refusing sedatives. Sick tonight so call my relatives — Matt’s in the hospital playing with life while shaped in scripts. This my counteraction — I don’t need your passive, non‑aggressive ways to change shit in my head. Look, I did what you couldn’t — I finalized my words, paralyzed, vocalized demonic minds intertwined, wicked eyes, decent size. Look, I did what you couldn’t do — I got your son off drugs, by giving trails in his head with transcripts of the rows he reaps. Had to bring him to the steps just to watch him crack from the shell. If he gonna wanna live, it’s all on him in the end — if he lives or chases friends. Insanity… Insanity… Insanity… (Hook) Insanity calling, it’s crawling, it’s clawing my spine, voices in the hallway whisper “you’re mine.” Shadows in the doorway bending my light, I’ve been fighting with a ghost that keeps feeding off night. Insanity— echo in the walls I breathe, Insanity— stitching every scar I bleed, Insanity— dragging every thought I keep, but I rise from the pit where the wicked don’t sleep.
