The joyous sounds of laughter
Echoing among the warping halls
Twisted by tears
That rise up to the rafters
And you expect to win with sense?
Birds fly through the seas
While fish drown in arid skies
As the mad ones hum
To the song of a long dead bee
And you expect to clear our heads?
All eyes stare into the void
Even when they focus on the now
Worlds drifting to the mind
That none may ever understand
And you expect to be the one who’s true?
We hear you yell for sanity
That it is what all must seek
You know what is right and real
While the rest of us are fools
And you expect us to listen and agree?
And they call us mad