Isn't it crazy
How we'll burn a wall for a picture.
Isn't it crazy
How we'll waste life  for a scripture
Yeah, it's crazy
but we all grow a little bit sicker
Yeah, it's crazy
but the path doesn't get clearer

We're all just ficticious stories
unweaving our beginnings
to write our own ends

As ink runs out
to stories from blood filled pens
we'll wonder if we really ever got to blend