Real Insane

Verse One:

Down asylum halls,
handprints on the walls;
bleeding stories of a life,
torn apart by fear and lies.

Running in her gown,
voices all around,
singing stories of the way
people lock the sane away...

Every day...


Chorus One:

Those who uncover the secrets of life
threaten society as with a knife.
Those who hear voices are labelled insane,
to cover the lies of the truly deranged;

To cover the eyes of the world
from the suffering and shame...


Verse Two:

She can hear the screams,
in waking and in dreams,
of those who were wrongly jailed,
because their prescription failed.

Tears run down her face,
for life she can't replace.
She could have been so much more
than a bomb behind a door.


Bridge:

And she could blow at any time.
The consequence of her confinement
is desperation...


Chorus Two:

Those who uncover the secrets of life
threaten society as with a knife.
Those who hear voices are labelled insane,
to cover the lies of the truly deranged.

To cover the eyes of the world
from her suffering and pain...


End:

If she were here she would say,
"We are not the real insane!"