I wasn’t stepping on the cracks
And I designed all of the maps
So that they could contain my point of view
The one that sought to avoid you
But I tripped and I fell
And the people told me that I wasn’t well
And we all moved in sync
The robots who do not think
They just move in time with the music
And then claim that you should choose it
And I sat in a bed and asked for my phone
They told me to leave it alone
And that I should not think to dare
To touch the thing that made me care
Don’t go on Instagram
That is not part of your care plan
And we cannot guarantee 
That you will remain on bended knee
If I find someone who will listen to me
And I’ve heard of the gaslight anthem 
And the permission that I should grant them
To reign over who they think I am
It doesn’t help I enlighten the man
And he tells me it could have been a fit
An epilepsy that left me with
A peace that does not leave
And I can see what people believe 
When they talk about the Lord
But have they ever spoken the Word
With their own lips
I lived through an eclipse
And when the darkness lift
I realised the depression had been a gift