Metanoia

Look at me now, I'm losing control
I don't know what to call myself
I know that I'm sick of playing a role
All along I've been kidding myself seeking out a set reality

They say sanity is dictated by what the larger percentage of society sees
What does that mean? Clearly nothing, clearly nothing
Psychology is not an exact science, in fact
There is no exact science, though it may seem
That means I'm okay, and everything is okay

All along I've been kidding myself
Life is falling apart at the seams
Somehow I'm doomed to go over the same ground in these
Compulsive circular thought patterns, over and over, time and again
Over and over, time and again
I think I've got it all worked out, then I forget every conclusion drawn
Every epiphany, gone

I felt safe, then the walls came crashing in one day without warning
Everything that I thought was stable starts to wash away

Can you feel it? It's the motion of the tide
Watch yourself now, there's an ocean deep inside
You could drown in it, you could drown in it, you could drown in it
You could drown in it
You could drown in it

Look at me now, I'm losing control
Might even be learning to enjoy the sting of the irony
Changing my shape, I slide through the doorway

Can you feel it? It's the motion of the tide
Watch yourself now, there's an ocean deep inside
You could drown in it
Watch yourself, there is no ocean deeper than this
Watch yourself, it's an endless journey through the abyss

All along I've been kidding myself, working equations
It's a long walk in and there's no clear way home
Everything I was in constant change, I'm not the same, I'm not the same