Insanity...

The say I've lost my mind, they say I've gone crazy.
Weather I'm insane or not, who I am is just me.
Sometime I see visions of a landscape of blood and gore.
Then other times there's the thrill of killing a ten dollar whore.
My life it is encompassed by all these evil visions.
And no matter what I do my surrounding world sets itself to spin.
And all that will be left is an all encompassing vortex of sin.
My mind it is confused, my dreams become reality.
I find myself moving towards Insanity, Insanity...

They say Nostradamus knew, they say Socrates was wise, 
not because he knew, but because he knew how to analyze.
I want to know myself, to answer all my own questions,
but my problem is that those answers lie in other dimensions.
Those dimensions are that of drugs and fantasy,
places where both my mind and soul are free.
I find myself shredding my soul, searching for solutions,
yet the only answers I have found lie in chemical pollutions.
I begin to resent, start to hate, then just end up angry.
All of this brought on by my Insanity, Insanity...

I rip and tear, destroy all those who dare come near,
soon I'll have no more friends, they'll all have fled in fear.
How does a crazy man find friendship, and love,
it's like a snake trying to kiss a sparrow, or a dove.
It's not going to happen, not here in reality,
but due to my delusions this is something I just can't see.
Though in the end I know that it's love that I desire,
that's like searching for flowers in a forest fire.
It seems that in the end only death can set me free,
from this painful pit of Insanity, Insanity.

Fulgin...
11/13/92