Paranoid: Everyone's letting me down.
Aggraphobic: Fearing to wander round town.
Overly aggresive: I won't turn the other cheek.
Antisocial behaviour: 'Cos I'm not afraid to speak.
Can't cope with reality: What's real is not "The Truth".
Claustrophobic: Because death's a wooden booth.
Amnesiac: My recall blocks out pain.
Insecure: Won't give you access to my brain.
Delusions of Grandeur: I beleive I can suceed.
Problem with authority: Our leaders cannot lead.
Irrational behaviour: Yes, I refuse to confrom,
to what is foolishly accepted as The Norm.
Schizophrenic: because I fight my brainwashed conscience,
I refuse to believe that my quest is merely nonsense.
Maybe one day, my madness will be found out,
but I'll die before I'm captured, of that there's no doubt.
After meeting sane people, there's one thing which I'm sure,
The disease is a lot less frightening than the cure.
Freedom is a virus which is flowing through my veins,
It makes me hard to control, so you label me insane.
It's my insanity, and by what right do you heal it.
It's my insanity, and by what right do you steal it.