Digging with bare hands
In these concrete walls that suffocate
My dreams, my values, my beliefs
And try to push me all the blame
Living with the impression
That my all efforts were in vain
The day I rise against you
Will diagnose me as insane

In madness we trust
Out of your control
You want me normal?
No thanks

Fighting with bare hands
Against blades that dilacerate
Childhood dreams for an entire life
Are now motive for shame
Living under the pressure
For irrational gain
For disagreeing with your ways
You classify as insane

In madness we trust
Out of your control
You want me normal?
No thanks

Sanity is not an option
When you're surrounded by psychopaths
The worst part of the madness
Is to be lucid to know that you are
And feel the corrosion
Of the pillars that give support you
Sanity is not an option, sanity

Since I accepted I am mad
My vision became clear
And gave me a new perception of reality
As I saw your dirty hands
Refused to play your game
In your sense of normality
Now I declare myself insane

Sanity is not an option
When you're surrounded by psychopaths
The worst part of the madness
Is to be lucid (enough) to know that you are
And feel the corrosion
Of the pillars that give support you
Sanity is not an option, sanity