Melodies of pandemonium
Fill my ears with a silent hum
Black is everything we have found
White is everything without sound
And as lunacy ensues without ceasing
And pain takes hold without releasing
Swirling colors cease to blend
As slowly, my mind will mend
From the madness that drove me
To the brink of all insanity
Perhaps now sense will come
As threads of time appear undone
And my temper is cut short
As all my rational thoughts abort
And a red haze clouds my vision
As voices cloud my mind with such derision
Perhaps now it is time to leave
As now I begin to grieve
For all was lost so long ago
And all the insanity that came in tow
