My Salvation, My Sanity

My Salvation, My Sanity

I have something pumping through my vein,
And it is running right to my brain,
An invisible spirit keeping me sane,
Without it, all my sense would be slain;

I have a disease, right down to my core,
The human condition, and nothing more;
This disease would keep me in chain,
But I have something pumping through my vein,
And though it is hard to intelligently explain,
I know it is all that is keeping me sane,
And without it, I would drift without a frame,
Like a madman running without an aim;

So when you see me looking like I have control,
Know that I am as staple as paper pole;
And without this alien spirit
No, you cannot even see it;
I would be insane, insane,
I would have lost my brain;

So let me put it to you plain,
Without my salvation, I would be insane.