In a world where madness is viewed as genius
What right have you ever had to call me insane
My brain leaks, my eyes pour rain from them
Life is a complex composite of flesh
And the flesh will be my tomb
A chaos theory state, spirit sleeps dreamless
Sorrows of existence then allows fear to reign
However you try, you can't enter a state of zen
Manacle your wrists, refuse to leave the womb
Protest the offerings, as all roads lead to doom
As such, you might linger in the fascination
Of life's false deep emotional devastation
Or you can finally rise like never before
You must let freedom burn in your core
Choose to live, to love and to remember
No one escapes life, our exit in December
The cold and final, quickly passing
In exchange, for a dream lasting
For Elysium is waiting
What right have you ever had to call me insane
My brain leaks, my eyes pour rain from them
Life is a complex composite of flesh
And the flesh will be my tomb
A chaos theory state, spirit sleeps dreamless
Sorrows of existence then allows fear to reign
However you try, you can't enter a state of zen
Manacle your wrists, refuse to leave the womb
Protest the offerings, as all roads lead to doom
As such, you might linger in the fascination
Of life's false deep emotional devastation
Or you can finally rise like never before
You must let freedom burn in your core
Choose to live, to love and to remember
No one escapes life, our exit in December
The cold and final, quickly passing
In exchange, for a dream lasting
For Elysium is waiting
(Art by Jean Delville)
