To some, the concept
Of a little voice inside your head
Giving you all the bad ideas
Being the dark side that you've fed
Is crazy

But this isn't crazy
It's just a lack of reality
Crossing the Plains of Outrageous
To the City of Insanity

Sometimes I stop and listen
Not all the ideas sound bad
But the trouble it will cause
Is more than I can afford
And will create a life I never had,
Nor will ever want.