What drives one down the hole
To this thing we call insanity?
What is it that makes one whole
This thing that we call sanity?
Are we all insane, or is that deeper yet?
How is sanity defined? Does it exist?
Has the world and sanity even met?
Or are these lines hidden in mist?
But is this mist because we’re crazy?
Our vision fogged, perceptions bent
The world dipped in dark, tinted, hazy.
Evil’s seized our minds, sanity rent.