I'm one of the ones you call insane, Because I can't play along with this rigged game. The odds are stacked, and not in our favor, But instead for the Bankers with money, they create more. I look and I see the strife all around, And know the potential for human life has no bounds. And when I make a sound, It's like the words are all drowned, Or at least lost at sea. Message in a Bottle from Humanity. A Human who knows the scale of her insignificance - While knowing the magnitude of what is at risk - The disposal of this awesome gift.
I'm one of the ones you call insane, Because I can't play along with this rigged game. I know my role, and I know how the story goes. I should vote in vain and be told my Heroes. But no, I dance to my own rhythm, I tell myself it's internally driven, To improve myself, and the world around, The world at large, and earthworms in the ground. So I rejected my spoon-fed medicine, Of this culture, man-made incentives, Long before you inject me with antipsychotics. Internally, Mentally, I chant the mantra of "Stop This."
It can drive a person insane, Pretending to play this rigged game.