The Diagnosis

[Intro]
(Upbeat brass section, snapping fingers, heavy electro-swing beat)
Tick-tock! Got an asylum in my mind!
Tell your crazy ghosts to sit down or step behind!
[Verse 1] (Snappy, sarcastic, rhythmic talk-singing delivery)
Everyone’s got a diagnosis locked inside their head,
A crazy little patient who insists on being fed.
If our rhymes align today, let's pour a cup of tea,
If not — well, darling, take your pills away from me!
My madman says: "Come in, but listen to the rule:
Seat your own demons first, I am nobody's fool!"
My crazy soul ain't bound to marry your delusion,
So cure yourself at home and spare me the confusion!
[Pre-Chorus] (Syncopated build-up, punchy brass accents)
You need a shrink when "NO" is getting hard to say,
You need a surgeon’s knife to cut the mess away!
To slice the foolish habit of saving every soul,
While someone else's fever steals your self-control!
[Chorus] (Full swing energy, loud horn blast, catchy hook)
Your madhouse ain't my party, honey, no siree!
I paid the price in silence for your fantasy!
Making beds for strangers in the pouring rain,
While my own breath was drowning in a world of pain!
I ain't your infirmary, I ain't your target board,
I’m keeping my own heart, my one and only hoard!
[Verse 2] (Fast jazz-pop flow)
Spent years putting everybody else's needs ahead,
Building pretty castles on a hollow bed.
Time is a cold accountant with a heavy quill,
And sooner or later, honey, you will get the bill!
It shows you bought a carpet that you never walked upon,
And wasted your own life before the light was gone!
[Bridge] (Brass solo, playful & aggressive vocal delivery)
One, two, take a seat! Sit your wild ones down!
I am retiring my savior's golden crown!
If you want something done, go bring your own supply,
I’ve got one single life before I say goodbye!
[Final Chorus] (Maximum dance energy, explosive brass beat)
Your madhouse ain't my party, honey, no siree!
I paid the price in silence for your fantasy!
Making beds for strangers in the pouring rain,
While my own breath was drowning in a world of pain!
I owe my life to no one! The door is open wide —
Walk out or take a seat, 'cause I am king inside!
[Outro] (Sharp brass hit to finish)
Tell your mad ones to sit down…
Class dismissed! Bye-bye!