Mental

(Verse 1)

I’m a tightrope walker, no net below,

Thoughts like vultures circle, peck at my soul,

A brain on fire, yeah, the embers glow,

Sanity’s a ghost I don’t even know.

I laugh in the dark ‘cause the light’s a lie,

A clown with a grin and a mental black eye,

Chaos in the drawer, he whispers my name,

But I’m still here dancing in the sane.

(Pre-Chorus)

Tick-tock, the clock’s a guillotine,

Choppin’ up the calm I’ve never seen,

Voices in the walls, they scream, they sing,

A symphony of me unraveling.

Some wars I win, some I lose.

The fun part is I don't get a chance to choose.

(Chorus)

Hey, I’m a cracked mirror, can’t you see?

Shards of a man staring back at me,

Broken but alive, I’m a fragile king,

Ruling this madhouse, hear me sing—

Oh-oh-oh, I’m falling, I’m free,

Oh-oh-oh, the chaos is me!

(Verse 2)

They say, “Chin up, kid, it’s all in your head,”

Well, thanks, man, that’s why I’m half-dead,

A frayed mind, no thread to pull,

The court jester, I play the fool.

I wear my scars like a cracked crown,

King of the lost, won’t bow down,

The therapist nods, scribbles her lies,

But she don’t hear the war behind my eyes.

(Pre-Chorus)

Tick-tock, the clock’s a loaded gun,

Aiming at the man I might become,

Shadows on the stage, they twist, they run,

Spotlight’s on, but I’m undone.

(Chorus)

Hey, I’m a cracked mirror, can’t you see?

Shards of a man staring back at me,

Broken but alive, I’m a fragile king,

Ruling this madhouse, hear me sing—

Oh-oh-oh, I’m falling, I’m free,

Oh-oh-oh, the chaos is me!

(Bridge)

I’m the jester, the poet, the thief in the night,

Stealing my peace under flickering light,

A canvas of pain, I paint it red,

Screaming alive when I should be dead.

The crowd in my skull, they clap, they cheer,

A circus of doubt, and I’m the ringleader here,

But somewhere deep, a spark ignites,

I’m still swinging fists in this endless fight.

(Chorus)

Hey, I’m a cracked mirror, can’t you see?

Shards of a man staring back at me,

Broken but alive, I’m a fragile king,

Ruling this madhouse, hear me sing—

Oh-oh-oh, I’m falling, I’m free,

Oh-oh-oh, the chaos is me!

(Outro)

So here’s to the mess, the cracks, the sins,

The wars I lose, the wars I win,

A cracked mirror’s all I’ll ever be,

But damn, I’m alive—I'm eternally me.