My mind is an asylum,
Committed for insanity.
So I sit in my confined cell,
And watch the world’s vanity.
Consumer greed, ignorant leads
Follow along the woven path.
Something doesn't add up,
Maybe it was my math.
Materials are worth more than man.
Man only cares for power.
The woven path to oblivion
The end is the final hour.
So I sit inside my cell
Knowing I have nothing to gain.
And then I begin to laugh
And say “Maybe I’m the one who’s sane…”