Medium Unwell

Is it me going crazy?

Which one's shed its skin?

Are we all just crazy?

Lies are lived in.

 

Maybe we're just the same

Too scared to bare all.

Trying on costumes

Late for the halloween ball.

 

Maybe it's nothing

That it all adds up to.

I haven't the slightest

And neither do you.

 

Is it me going crazy?

Or is it just this stupid place?

In the end we all die

With egg on our face!