getting comfortable with madness

Does it matter to you, I'm going mad
I'm not sure I can get through my own madness
Maybe, if I climb to the top of the mountain
Like a Buddhist monk
I might have a chance
Is it fair for a man to sacrifice his sanity for his craft
Is that what God wants
If it is, why do I have to be sacrificed
We're all mad, crazy, psycho, psycho
It's there, walk down the street
True evil isn't scary, it's not
It's friendly and comforting
Like a doctor administering a lethal injection
Did it ever occur to you
That despite all of your crime shows
And your superhero movies
That you have no idea what you're dealing with
Why would you
You don't see a poisonous gas
You just feel your lungs burning
You don't see a bullet
You just hear a loud bang in the darkness
True evil is invisible, and accurate, and driven
It cannot be stopped