Goin' Insane
UK alt-punk, UK indietronica, UK disco. A driving, radio-friendly UK alt-punk track powered by bright, bouncy and catchy dynamic guitar riffs over relentless, quick and punchy four-on-the-floor UK disco grooves. Verses lean into a mellow, bouncy rhythm, cloaked in UK indietronica arpeggiated analog synth textures and dissonant lead guitar. The chorus bursts into anthemic energy, all anchored by charismatic male UK alt-punk vocals.
Goin' Insane
UK alt-punk, UK indietronica, UK disco. A driving, radio-friendly UK alt-punk track powered by bright, bouncy and catchy dynamic guitar riffs over relentless, quick and punchy four-on-the-floor UK disco grooves. Verses lean into a mellow, bouncy rhythm, cloaked in UK indietronica arpeggiated analog synth textures and dissonant lead guitar. The chorus bursts into anthemic energy, all anchored by charismatic male UK alt-punk vocals.
Lyrics
Intro
Verse 1
Oh, 1:47 AM... I ain't moved yet
Kettle screamin’ like it’s got regret
Ticket in my hand, crumpled like fate
“Disturbin’ the peace,” must be my trait
Spinnin’ like a glitch in a city script
Headphones heavy, bassline clipped
Felt the drop... feet don't lie
You don’t need noise when your own body’s high
Pre-Chorus
Yeah... yeah... I was locked in the flow
Yeah... yeah... didn’t care who saw
Underpass lit like a runway strip
This ain’t no meltdown — it’s a power trip
Chorus
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
Feet don’t quit, I don’t explain
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
Middle of the street, no shame, no lane
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Write it down, pin the name —
"Subject claims he was feelin' the... beat"
…Goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane!
Interlude
Verse 2
City buzzin’ like a stack of screens
Scroll fatigue, American dream
Synthline crawlin’ up my spine
That four-on-the-floor hit just fine
Didn’t need clubs, didn’t need crowd
Just me, my kicks, and volume loud
Officer pulled up, headlights beam
But I was mid-spin... mid-scene
Pre-Chorus
Yeah... yeah... I was deep in the zone
Yeah... yeah... vibin' alone
Concrete pulse, and the walls could talk
(“Feelin’ the rhythm”) they tried to mock (yeah!)
Chorus
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
Air guitar and a disco brain
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
That yellow slip? Hall of fame
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
Felt the drop, lost the chain
"Subject claims he was feelin’ the... beat"
...Goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane!
Interlude
Bridge
“Sir, you okay?”
“Oh, I’m better than okay...”
He looked at me like I broke the script
Like I glitched the world... with a moonlit flip
No crime, no fear — just dance deployed
Gave me a fine... I called it joy
Breakdown
Feelin' the... feelin' the... feelin' the beat
Feelin' the... feelin' the... can’t be discreet
Feelin' the... feelin' the... heartbeat cheat
Feelin’ the... beat... on repeat...ohhhhw!
Final Chorus
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
Concrete bounce in a disco frame
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
Tag me up in the glitch hall of fame
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
(feel it, feel it)
That cop? He can keep the claim —
"Subject claims he was feelin' the... beat"
...Goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
Outro
I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...!
Feelin’ the... feelin’ the... feelin’ the beat
Ohhhh-ohhhh-ohhhhw!