They Wonder Why I’m Insane

I know you're somewhere thinking of me
I know you're somewhere thinking of me

And they wonder why, I'm insane [x4]

Independent alchemist, optical despair
The fountain is spilling the blood of infants
And it's not fair
Personal gain inflames priority defying footsteps
We're all lost with purpose
Engulfed in aimless progress
We've touched stars
But can't hold a child's hand
Can't wait to reach Mars
But can't define we're we stand
Each mask we build shields us from the truth
If elders can't face themselves
How can we ask the youth?
With no absolutes we conform to the herd
Anointed with our own chaos
So the outcome is deserved

And they wonder why, I'm insane

We've equipped the enemy
With the necessary tools
With pickaxe in hand they stand
As teachers in our schools
Who designed this mindless
Assembly line living?
Too focused on what's received
To polish what we're giving

And they wonder why, I'm insane [x4]

Watch where you're going
Be sure to leave breadcrumbs
You don't want to get out here
And forget where you've come from
The forest is dark
Warlocks are in power
They'll destroy your country
For touching one of their towers
Scapegoats and patsies crucify defeat vibes
Economical anarchists who crucify jobs
Delusions of grandeur
Overshadow the tangible
Illusions of standards where
Artists are labeled vandals
I lit a candle to symbolize
The yearn for logic
The remedy for lost identity
Is to remove the boxes

And they wonder why, I'm insane

They give us poison caplets
To swallow by the fistful
We struggle for their progress
While fed guided missiles
It's okay to ask questions
Just pay your taxes
And they'll tell you half truths
To keep you spinning on their axis

And they wonder why, I'm insane [x4]

Blinded footsteps, Destination unknown
Alter speech to relate to masses
So we don't stand alone
Hiding behind false idols
Worshiping normalcy
Pacifists outnumber activists
With the result of dormancy
No foundation built beyond quicksand and mud
So we sink into an abyss of hopelessness
And never rise above
If love grew on trees
I'd travel the globe planting
So when the branches mature
We'd offer smiles without asking
Laughing heartache
Hilarious despair
Rhymes are keepsakes of this desensitized world that doesn't care
We give our all to our country and keep nothing for ourselves
They breathe death through our villages
And give life to someone else
No passion for our own
Before our neighbors were driven
And this is the world I have to raise kids in?
I don't know where I'm going
But I'm taking this train
And maybe one day
I'll tell you why I'm insane

And they wonder why, I'm insane