It’s my soul that bleeds sickness.
Spilling a new breed of darkness.
My heart has been infected
With the sins I’ve collected.

This tongue drips poison undetected.
Passing along this disease to other hearts neglected.

You are just a man in my stupid fantasy
A perfect picture of what is to be my reality
Oh! How I wish you’re real for me to hold you tight
And that it will always be you I hug at night.

You’re a very fine product of my mind’s wildest imagination
A shadow of my heart’s foolish creation
Oh! How I know you’re just a face of thin air
A handsome canvass of a man filled with so much love and care.

Am I mad? Lonely? I really don’t know!
I never imagined I had scooped this low.
Everyday longing. Every moment waiting.
Hoping that somehow, someday, it will be you I’m finally seeing.

It is very stupid of me, I admit
Making fool of myself out of the feeling I can’t omit
But can you blame me of creating a love that’s impossible?
How I wish that my reasons to you will be acceptable!

I’ve already gone this far
My mind perfected the image of what you are
Now it’s up to me to make you real
Adding the feelings I want to reveal

I hope that someday you’ll understand
That when I made you, I felt so grand
And even if you just exist in my fantasy and in my dreams, don’t worry
It’s always going to be you I’ll love ‘til eternity.

you see,
we're all young until
our brains tell us we aren't
and our bones crumble
under our safety blankets
and every pleasure in life becomes
another ******* prize in the arcade game
our eyes have been glued to
for god knows how long.
all the windows have been blacked out
and the clocks stripped
of their hands.
it's all fun and games until
they tell you you've been wasting your life.
but what do they know.
they've just been playing whac-a-mole
with rifles clenched in their fists.
your chest still rises with
every breath
and maybe we're all just young
because our hearts haven't given into
the anxiety consuming every last bit
of our sanity.
don't open your mouth,
don't let them see
your veins turning to black
behind your eyes.
i'll see you on the other side.

So here's why I am crazy.
I practice equality.
I actively act to ensure that right wins over wrong.
To top this all off, the disengaged will use this to sing
At the top of their lungs
That I am crazy -- it will be their song.

Now is it crazy to preach?
Or for you Jesus, Muhammed or Yahweh devotees:
You chant for peace and love,
But when it's your turn to apply
You conveniently turn your infamous blind eye?
God forbid you open those eyes.
And see the truth in the world you've ignored your whole life.

By all means, please.
Label me.
Radical.
What?
What will you label those who practice what they preach,
Rather than those who drift in ignorance, judgment and disbelief?

Well I know what I call these
Who sit and think the same as I.
But wake up in the morning to start their daily dream.
It's called hypocrisy.

Go ahead turn down your lights.
Now shut your blinds
You are just participants in the guilty's crimes.

And **** no I won't apologize.
For valuing other life
And **** your compromise.

Here's how this all rolls
You play the game
Act nice and just let it go.

And while the people of misfortune become further disenfranchised,
You can take pride in knowing that
Your ignorance is the safest place for you to hide.

So yeah I'm ******* crazy.