They Wonder Why I'm Insane

And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane

Independent alchemist, optical despair
The fountain is spilling the blood of infants and it's not fair
Personal gain in flames, priority define footsteps
World lost with purpose, engulfed in aimless progress
We've touched stars, but can't touch a child's hand
Can't wait to reach Mars, but can't define where 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
To focus on what's received to polish what we're given

And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane

Watch where you're going, be sure to leave breadcrumbs
You don't want to get out here and forget where you 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 mobs
Economical anarchists who crucify jobs
Delusions of grandeur, overshadowed intangible
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 OK to ask questions just pay your taxes
And they'll tell you half truths to keep you spinning on their axises

And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane
And they wonder why I'm insane

Blinded footsteps, destination unknown
Alter speech to relate to masses so we don't stand alone
Hiding behind false idols worshiping normalcy
Pacifist outnumber activist with the result of dormancy
No foundation built beyond quicksand and mud
So we sink to 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 hard ache, hilarious despair
Frowns are keepsakes, in this desensitized world that doesn't care
We give it all to our country and keep nothing for ourselves
They breath death to our villages and give life to someone else
No passion for our own before our neighbors were driven
And this is the world that 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...