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