There's a madness in the human race
people see you but won't look at your face,
they prefer hurtling e-mails warbling into cyber space
and it makes me feel, so
slight-ly in-sane.
it's not a game, I know but
I like to show just what is going on inside
while those others want to hide away.
Why can't we start the day again ,
it looks so plain and boring but then it always seems so long

What the hell is wrong,
won't somebody tell me
what the hell is going on
are we becoming another dis-located race?
won't you tell me
face to my face.

I really don't why I worry
it's not so very good
but knock on wood
I hope, I start to understand
just what is happening here and instead of my anxiety
I can be a one non entity
and then I'll chop myself a home and just be me,see
it doesn't really matter if you worry or you don't,
if you hurry you won't
get a golden medal, just a place upon the treadmill and the only will you'll have is the will to have a tea break,then it's back to walking,round and round we go it's just a ****** circle show and
It's making me insane again,it's just the blasted same again,why can't the piper play a different tune or I'll soon be carted off to some quiet  restful place,
and the only face to face I'll get, is when the therapist sets the clock right, back to zero.

I'm not a hero,superman,just someone who, that does and can, see what is being dumbed down and it makes me angry.
The plumb line isn't hanging straight
it's crooked and it's that I hate
there's nothing that is true and I really hate that too
but what can I do?

I think I might go slightly mad
it doesn't really look that bad
three meals a day and
locked away
in my own private
world.