folie à duex
means madness for two
and in a way, that’s what we are
two fools who share the same madness

folie à duex
i think i was the one who went mad first
the one who fell, the one who fell fast and hard
or maybe it was you, you were the one who pushed me

folie à duex
we were climbing a hill
i was there behind you, then you pushed me
yep, you were the one who went mad first

folie à deux
i fell
but you still caught me
even if you were the one who pushed me
maybe i’m wrong

folie à deux
whoever went mad first doesn’t matter
we are both fools
two fools
sharing the same madness

You say support for us is “collaborating with madness”
I must really be nothing to you
Someday I will wake you up
The alarm clock will not come with a snooze button
If you want to quiet me, you will have to throw the clock
Against the wall
Let it smash into a million pieces
But you will always hear a faint phantom ringing in your ears
It will grow louder
And louder
It will never truly be silenced.

You think I’m crazy
A queer little copycat
Let me let you in on a little secret
The world moves on, with or without you
I will move on, with or without you
I know that it is likely to be the latter
In a way, I almost want it to be
Black cannot become white without first having specks of grey
You are the deepest, darkest black of night
I am a myriad of colors

“Have I gone mad, Alice?
“I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But let me tell you a secret. All the best people are.”
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We’re all mad here.
Some of us just refuse to see
People hide behind their bibles
Yet speak of things that aren’t even written in them
Where does our God say, “Thou shalt not be transgender?”
You use the book as an excuse
As a shield for your bigotry
You may as well spit on the cover
Or light the pages ablaze with your disrespect.

is there any hint of reason
in this madness i've come to witness?
we tend to think there is
i tend to think the world is wrong
i've lost reason and i'm going mad
but you see nothing
in my madness you cannot witness.

It seems what differentiates
the mad and the musician
are the bow
in which
they strum with.

The chains binding
Have been broken
I still have the cuffs
I may be walking free
But my hands are still weighed down
Now I’m finding
Me, myself and I

I wish to see clearer
Past imperfection
Yet, chains are heavy
Even after they have been broken

Look in the mirror
I hate my reflection
I feel infected
Self-hate as my infection
Have I lost my direction?

"No, you aren’t the definition of perfection
That doesn’t mean to hate your reflection
Maybe you have lost your direction
You see you have to be lost before you become found
Don’t forget you no longer have a need to be bound
You have been crowned
There is no one just like you
A ruler of yourself you are
When you look at the night sky
Admire the stars
You are a star"

People called me stupid
They called me mad
For loving you.
But I was blind
I couldn't see the truth.
And now as you are gone
I still try to visit you at your home.
I still imagine my little world around you
Girl I try to forget you but I end up missing you.
I am still madly in love with you
If you still wanna come back
Here I am standing waiting for you.
Waiting for you to love me
The same way you used to do.
Waiting for you...

i feel empty
like my inside have been taken out of me
and all the remains is a cool breeze of air
flowing between my rib cage and my heart
I look at other people
and I wonder if their internal temperature is also set to the fall season
and maybe I’m not just alone
and empty
but here I lie, in my bed, with the same quiet cold gush of wind inside