Skeptics.
Gather 'round.
Listen to what I say.
Don't bother to take notes.
You won't understand it anyways.
These are the thoughts.
Of the disturbed.
Of the other kind.
The "insane" ones.
Creativity is insanity.
Being unique is a crime.
A cliche.
So sick of it.
Jumping jacks.
Firing back.
Over attack.
Burned alive.
To a god he cried.
Screaming lies.
Fallen heroes.
Of yesteryear.
Soaring skies.
Above all.
Preaching uncertainty.
To a non-existent few.
Who blew smoke.
Right before the fire.
Begun.
To scorch the young.
And destroy the life.
That they could have had.
A pioneer of insanity.
Of distortion.
Of illusions.
Who live with a black heart.
Colder than ice.
