Songs of the Soul

We are all mad here

We are all mad here

Sanity a foreign concept

Nothing is clear

Impossible to percept

Mad is what we are

This delirium the only thing we know

We are all gone too far

Singing our song of woe

Mad is what we will be

When the lights go out

We know we will never be free

Or our minds empty of doubt

We will be mad to the end

And beyond the darkness

Our thoughts do bend

And fill them to coldness

Madness is written on our minds

This foggy dream eternally

All this and what she finds

All in stone at the finale

There is only madness to fill the emptiness

This lunacy complete

We are unbalanced to guess

This absurdity to beat

Madness has overtaken us

This wonderland our woe

This confused dusk

Our minds our only foe

Madness will be our doom

This sweet sweet folly

This crazed gloom

This sour melancholy

This madness is our savior

It rescues us from the typical

But wins us no favor

It puts a gleam in our eyes, a bright twinkle

Mad are we, forever more

This frenzy, this craze

The sand upon the shore

The hours in the days

We are all mad here

Sanity a foreign concept

Nothing is clear

Impossible to percept

G.R. 2013