when the world has gone mad and there's nowhere to roam
the lights are all on but nobody's home
there comes a time when you look up to the sky
and ask why do my favorite songs always make me cry
i've got a firm grip and strong roots like a tree
when you swore to be true
but alternative facts snuck in like a thief
there comes a time to release the cord of self
and with confidence declare your state of perfect mental health
sometimes there's no sane reason for optimism
my world picture is exemplary