the eyes of tomorrow

here i stand

tranquilized

in this little white room of mine

there i go

on my own

in this redefined world inside

so why do you take this

conquer and dismay this

peaceful sanity of mine?

you're attempting to bore me

shatter and destroy me

it's worthless and fuels my gain

maybe we're all insane?

there you stand

ignorantly

just a monotone pallet

you see

if there was a color created for me

it consists in shades of three

i see you enjoy this

while i exploit this

brief insanity of mine

perceive and understand you

is far more than i can do

perceptions left far behind

maybe we're all insane

the way that we live

reminiscing for the head game

what if we're all insane

i'm feeling so damn hollow

staring into the eyes of tomorrow

coming around again

i'm feeling much better

my friend

the doctor says i'm sorry