In individuals insanity is rare
Within groups, parties, nations and epochs
That's the law
Existing by the rules of a diseased group
Counting days to be someone
Yelling loud we live in a long and vast land
Minds bent by the box
Wandering in the streets
Wings of desire
Obey the world
Be one of them
Standing upon the wall
It feels like we are on the edge of a cliff
Give the first step
And do it over and all over again
And as the cycle of decay consumes him
He holds all the world's dreams
And while his fallen brothers open their arms
His body cracks
And all they stare is that dead misfortuned body
Dead
Staring at the sun