A persistent echoing a foldback of time
All the moments here before flood into my mind
I am not mad I am not mad
A black silhouette in colours unnamed
And it shifts in its shape it's never the same
I am not mad I am not mad
I have heard all of these words before
Long ago in a parallel time back in yore
I am not mad I am not mad
Time blankets this place I can see I can see
And everything explodes I see all reality
I am not mad I am not mad
Have you ever been afraid because something made too much sense?
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