This song was written to highlight the subjectivity by which truth is defined and call into question systems of power which, in order to maintain themselves, have dispensed notions of sovereignty over truth unequally and with bias. Specifically I’m looking at the experience of living with what is termed “psychosis” under modernity. A condition marked primarily by confusion, disorganization of thought and perception, and most importantly, a subjective position and interpretation of world so divergent from the commonly perceived as to disrupt the sanctity of the unifying story upon which our collective experience relies. And I’m using that as a launching point to ask critical questions about how reality is defined and the dangers of epistemological monopoly.

I can hear what the many cannot hear
Feel what they all fear
Shadows that walk in the day

It’s a prison to live in the psychscape
Unbound the opaque
Morph through the crumbling fray

Who decides what is real?
Take a pill; make a meal
Draw a line through my life
For the sovereign to peel

Am I okay
Here in the decay?
What does the truth say?
“Truth” is a weapon they make

Are you still listening
This is my reckoning
Is this all there is to me
Can sight see anything

We scrub the world ’til it’s bounded in small frames
Packaged for big games
Selling what’s different and same

And we lock all the people in tight lanes
Imposing grid-plane
Bound by invisible chain

You can own what you name
Name my life; name my brain
Name my world and it’s yours
Name the different insane

Can I fight back
Here in the darkness
Trust my own senses
Own my own record of pain

Are you still listening
This is my reckoning
Is this all there is to me
Can sight see anything

We stretch the boundaries that have limited
Given in
Broken to strain

It shows the falsehood of the rational
The actual
Won’t be contained

There’s nothing measured that won’t break its mould
I’m taking hold
And washing the stains

Chaos becomes chaos through the guise of order

Are you still lstening
This is my reckoning
Is this all there is to me
Can sight see anything

Are you still listening
This is my reckoning
Is this all there is to me
Can sight see anything