- THE LUNATIC -
I truly love the painless days
 When I can wander free
And scorn the fools who don't suspect
 The miracle of me;

My nimble tongue invents the sky
 With lies of white and blue
While voices sing and praise my name…

...I wish you heard them too.

But on those dark and restless nights
 When twilight falls at noon,
I weave my pain into a shroud
 To cast upon the moon;

Those voices drone a wordless song
 Until my brain goes numb,
Insisting I go search for you…

...Be careful, here I come!