insanity?

i found the birthplace of creativity.

within the walls of the asylum

the ones who are broken

and allwe try to do is fix

the ones with gears working backward

and we dont try to understand

the ones that are argry for being happy

laughing at nothing

staring into space

they believe what we dont know

or at least the ones that cant think

maybe you dont have to think...

just let go.

sanity the anchor.

pull it up and hide it within

we're sailing the open seas

of the unconscience

smile you catatonic bastard

your making your own world

you're now god