Frozen hearts and melting glass...
...falling faces of mechanical mass.
		Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?

...Vials of liquid clear and green,
Scrolls of thoughts so dark, so obscene...
Am I sane yet?
		Am I sane yet?

Eyes that watch with an unfearing gaze...
...Words that whisper a vocalised maze.
		Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?

	Am I sane yet?

One more hit and I'll be fine...
	...Feed me lies like honeyed wine.
Prolong the torture, I don't mind...
	...I'll stay inside my head, confined.

Frozen hearts and melting glass...
...falling faces of mechanical mass.
		Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?

...It's all the same to me, my dear,
	What lies inside, what sleeps in here...
"Reality DOESN'T EXIST", I sneer,
	And I'll watch you with a needle draw near...

		Am I sane yet?
				Am I sane yet?
	

Am I sane yet?