Blessed With Insanity

We don't need no inspiration

Cause we have all the pain we need

To write a song two decades long without reinforcement

Singing these songs is how we bleed

Now my force is exhausted, I'm tired and I'm numb

I'd stagger back home, but I feel I don't have one

Cause everything seems strange now and everything seems fickle

Everyone's gone crazy and I'm stuck in the middle

I can't see a way through this mess

Is it a test? Have I been blessed with insanity?

I think regular thinking is a mess,

Now all that's left is the dead or dying of heart

But I'll keep on just singing and I wont even try

To stop my lip shaking when I start to cry

Something has broken a line has been crossed

When everyone goes crazy, it's the sane that are lost

Music is the life force, what our hearts have been craving

It won't save your soul, but it will make it worth saving

Hear me holler now, if I make just a ripple

Then when the tidal waves smash you down I wont feel so little

I can't see a way through this mess

Is it a test? Have I been blessed with insanity?

I think regular thinking is a mess,

Now all that's left is the dead or dying of heart

When it comes to the end and I look back on life

Will I give a warm smile and hold hands with my wife

Or will I die by myself alone and in pain

And curse my existence and my part in the game

It may sounds depressing, I may sounds obsessed

But I truly believe the insane have been blessed

The only thing worse than being outcast

Is the thought that your normal, and your legend wont last

I can't see a way through this mess

Is it a test? Have I been blessed with insanity?

I think regular thinking is a mess,

Now all that's left is the dead or dying of heart