When all the world wants you to be sane,
Just be crazy.
And see clearly for yourself,
And leave their vision so, hazy.
For long we have been dead
Believing we are wrong.
And their logic has prevailed,
Using our voice to sing their song.
One more rule we have learned
The land of the neat and proper.
One more lore in the heart deveined
And been replaced with a chain.
No more sleep,
We have been doped all along.
I feel myself lying in a hole so deep
That I can be buried and rest in peace.
But my soul is a revolution hard to sell;
My hands themselves set the fire,
To my flesh already lying on the pyre.
Come along brothers, I’ll meet you tonight in hell.
26/11/2013
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