Between poles of the mind, idiocy becomes most sublime
In the din of the wild storm, we become lost in the mists
Nothing but the madness of existence, life in the asylum
Smile at a nurse with insanity meds, who delivers on time
Now medicated I serve in the Court of Emperor Psychosis
As the sound of the water falls returns, I am finally calm
Words spill like thinned blood, and never really rhymed
Soon they'll turn out the lights, and madness will begin
In the asylum, the round room, I'll sleep, sleep so divine
