All of the lunatics
Are running unashamed
The crisis is wounded
With pain and calamity
Washed ashore
The tides Mixing
madness with vanity
The asylum has been unleashed
With the unawareness of the beast
Now everyone is looking
For absolution and release
The clemency of some
Is like firing the gun
But only aiming
At one..
And asking for forgiveness
Without a plausible witness
They behave how they are treated
And In the masses they retreat
Screaming for defeat..
Because the madness
Wants to win
And where a sane man stands
On the palm of his hands
There’s only a few
That will ever understand...
Cut against mirrors
To make it all clearer
Sanctuary’s in a mad mans mind
Life is but a whisper
Holding time like a prisoner
And your left looking for yourself
The whole time x
NatNat