Apr 22
"I know how they feel. I've been there. I've been crazy. It's kind of... amazing, really."
A sharp exhale
Finally breathe again!
Madness, madness
is the world
ending
or beginning,
do you think?
Apocalypse
Apocalypse
Genesis
Exodus
The freedom
of madness
Wild
like a child
running running running
without end or goal or any intention
just running running running for the sake of going faster
for the sake of feeling free
rolling through the grass
in the snow
down a hill
frolicking, flying
dizzy dizzy dizzy
frolic ever faster
laughter tearing through the throat
of the free and wild child
child, child
children of madness
children of madness are we
and we are free
Sanity
a state
a rule
or simply just a construct
meant to keep us from seeing
to keep us stuck in black-and-white
and blurry lines and boring bricks
where really there is so much more
a dozen other colors that only the mad can see
A whole new kind of magic
that only the insane believe
a magic that tells us NEVER STOP!
Never stop running
We have learned to scream silently
to hide our tears and pain
only the madmen know
they know, they know, they see
screams are meant to be screamed
scream scream scream for all to hear
and maybe they'll start screaming too
They fear us
(the sane do)
they fear our invincible majesty
As we glow in wild colors
that blind their fragile eyes
we pity them
for they have forgotten
they've forgotten!
How to see or hear or feel
we try, we try to teach them how
but they no longer speak our language
instead they watch with wary eyes
watch us like wild animals
for they still see themselves as human
they still see themselves as prey
they think we're crazy
we're enlightened!
We know what we are meant to do
who they call Monsters we call friends
and howl howl howl at the moon together
Madness, madness, madness, madness
We scream we scream with all we see
all the ways the people falter
held hostage by ghosts with no real power
but the power of fear
we laugh in the face of danger and evil
for we are unstoppable!
We are monsters! and we are animals!
but we have more soul than the sane could ever dream of
the freedom
the freedom
of madness
A sharp exhale
Finally breathe again!
Madness, madness
is the world
ending
or beginning,
do you think?
Apocalypse
Apocalypse
Genesis
Exodus
The freedom
of madness
Wild
like a child
running running running
without end or goal or any intention
just running running running for the sake of going faster
for the sake of feeling free
rolling through the grass
in the snow
down a hill
frolicking, flying
dizzy dizzy dizzy
frolic ever faster
laughter tearing through the throat
of the free and wild child
child, child
children of madness
children of madness are we
and we are free
Sanity
a state
a rule
or simply just a construct
meant to keep us from seeing
to keep us stuck in black-and-white
and blurry lines and boring bricks
where really there is so much more
a dozen other colors that only the mad can see
A whole new kind of magic
that only the insane believe
a magic that tells us NEVER STOP!
Never stop running
We have learned to scream silently
to hide our tears and pain
only the madmen know
they know, they know, they see
screams are meant to be screamed
scream scream scream for all to hear
and maybe they'll start screaming too
They fear us
(the sane do)
they fear our invincible majesty
As we glow in wild colors
that blind their fragile eyes
we pity them
for they have forgotten
they've forgotten!
How to see or hear or feel
we try, we try to teach them how
but they no longer speak our language
instead they watch with wary eyes
watch us like wild animals
for they still see themselves as human
they still see themselves as prey
they think we're crazy
we're enlightened!
We know what we are meant to do
who they call Monsters we call friends
and howl howl howl at the moon together
Madness, madness, madness, madness
We scream we scream with all we see
all the ways the people falter
held hostage by ghosts with no real power
but the power of fear
we laugh in the face of danger and evil
for we are unstoppable!
We are monsters! and we are animals!
but we have more soul than the sane could ever dream of
the freedom
the freedom
of madness
