And You Call Yourself Sane - S-TOOL

I’m reaching for a worst kind of breaking down, meltdown, burying alive the mind

And with raw nerves and open sores I’m bouncing off the sides of sanity

I’m counting buckles on my inner straitjacket when I can get no sleep

No more than a short nodding acquaintance’s all I bear from normality

Sane you call yourself

With days stuck on repeat

Among the flock and drained

Sane you call yourself

Sedated piece of meat

Tie the rope and be the dead you’ve always been

I’m on autodrive, tourette’s getting worse, you should see this shit happening

But I’m happy to conform, gladly follow suit with opinions not my own

I’m confused at what to think of this inane life, who am I?

A drone

So, I keep breathing in the fumes, ride the wave of shit.

hail to apathy

Sane you call yourself

With days stuck on repeat

Among the flock and drained

Sane you call yourself

Sedated piece of meat

Tie the rope and be the dead you’ve always been

I’m reaching for a worst kind of breaking down, meltdown, burying alive the mind

And with raw nerves and open sores I’m bouncing off the sides of sanity

If I am going to hell at least I’ll meet the devil with smiling face

So, with raw nerves and open sores I’m bouncing off the sides of my sanity

Sane you call yourself

With days stuck on repeat

Among the flock and drained

Sane you call yourself

Sedated piece of meat

Tie the rope and be the dead you’ve always been