my mind is dead.
I can't think clearly.
well, I can't think at all.
I'm wondering why my thoughts are all gone.

am I finally normal?
am I cured of my madness?
am I like all the people around me?
am I finally a human?

I don't want to.
I never want to be like them.
all these people are... sane.
sane, being sane is a plague.

sane is the most dangerous illness.
once I become one, I'll be like them.
them... the mind controlled people.
no freedom, no difference and no one.

they are all like ants.
they only follow a single line.
once they're out of the line, they'll get lost.
they panic and they fear, till they find the line again.

they all laughed at me 'cause I'm different,
but I laughed at them 'cause they're all the same.
I hope the hole in my mind will be filled by new things.
new madness. new thoughts. new uniqueness.

I will only get noticed if I'm different.
so I'll stand when all of them are seated,
I'll talk when all of them are quiet,
and I be myself when all of them are the same.