Reversed Psychological Patterns

On the verge of tipping over
The sensation of insanity knocks on the door
I want to clean my madness from my brain
Get rid of the filth from my system.

The shutdown process is almost complete
The ship is sinking into the sea, or what have you
It's like I'm controlled by forces I do not know
I am no longer me and the self is weak
Letting go seems only a step away.

To regain control by giving up restraint
The definitive move in crossing over
An outlook of question marks
Letting go seems only a step away.

Tired but can't sleep, worn but not tired
Walking around in a constant state of flux.

Numeric patterns between the lines
Strikingly fascinating
The feeling of satisfaction is in the air
The clichés prove true once again.

When given the means
To chose my own direction
I want only what's mine to have.

For my senses tell me I'm right
They give me insight into this
Oh, and by the way
It was never all it was cranked up to be.

Once more, let me explain
But wait, there's nothing to explain
In the end the feeling's always there
Staying around for the grand finale.

When time comes around
Today, tomorrow, or another day
Living for the moment
Then going out with a bang.