Empty Nimbus-Fission

Senselessness occupied all senses Was I following the patterns of dunces? The predictable laws in the exterior Got indefinable as it floated into the interior But conflicts turned to harmony When I crawled out through my wormhole And admitted insufficiently As part of the human role You call me outcast, an empty nimbus But I am just preserving my sanity Why waste energy on your stagnating muss? That curses my behaviour as insanity (In your eyes) My aura losing it＇s glow But I＇m saving my strength in the shadows Shutting down the power Outting the chord to your observing tower ＂He used to be a radiant head But now it＇s pale like the dead＂ You call me outcast, an empty nimbus But I am just preserving my sanity Why waste energy on your stagnating muss? That curses my behaviour as insanity Your idea structures are breathing by unreasoning In essence and conclusion With logic in mind, it＇s just false seasoning That spices your illusion