In the hours of cold morning mist Come schizophrenia and creativity's loving tryst Their offspring Irrational thoughts of course insist Madness is preferable to reality Often desired and endlessly pursued
Come forth The golden hours of light The nebulous darkness Cowers with weakness and fright Irrational thoughts laughing insist After much consideration Madness is preferable to reality
But the night must have its say Its arrival announced by the falling of the day Naughty children Irrational thoughts unyielding insist Madness is preferable to reality