For life is a mental institution
We cannot bear,
And the darkness is full of revelry
We cannot stand,
And dreams seem to be so far away
In a faraway land...
How can we tell the difference
Between real and fake,
When they all just feel the same?
Even the walls aren\'t white anymore
There are shadows running around
With the deepest of intentions
And a rose in a lonely pot
Dies from wisdom,
Deep and dark are the secrets of despair!
I don\'t believe in real or fake
I believe in the content of one\'s character...
For the rose sits in the lonely pot
Sinking in the shadows
And many houses have disappeared
From the loneliest neighborhood alive,
I feel so bad for my mental health
For my mental health is pitch black...
Oh what lonely society
Shall I suffer in?
For we all suffer in a lonely world!
For life is a prison
For the mentally insane...
Do you want me to lock up my roses in vain?
For we are all mentally insane...
Isn\'t it wonderful?
For this whimsical tale of words
Are beautifully expressed,
And only in my mind do I create them
For poetry is mentally insane!
For I climb this mountain that is higher than I
And I touch the stars that aren\'t there...
For we are all beautifully insane!
What do we see in our dreams?
For we are mentally deranged
In our own beautiful world,
A world where no one can judge another!
For I am mentally deranged
And I am delusional,
I fail the stars once more
Yet they are very bright!
Please tell me, oh world,
Are you mentally deranged?
Are you delirious to the facts at hand?
For we are all free in our delusional world,
For a deranged delirium exists...
So beautiful is the home
That is delirious,
I want my rose to fly out of the pot!
Yet my mind wanders once again,
For once again I am afoot;
And many feet have lost this path
Am I able to dream again?
For this wondrous world of fate
Has died again...