The Domain of the Insane

There is craziness in the air

and there’s madness in the deed
and while we find solace in our insanity
The deepest wounds will fail to bleed.

Oh they will fester and turn ugly,
but somehow that’s a measure of the norm;
so we hold inside our desires denied
while from society, sanity’s torn.

And while leaders with their lies
seek to conspire in acts profane
truth that once was worth a damn is lost,
now in the domain of the insane.

Now society clings with bleeding hands
to glib words and acts of deceit,
turning blind eyes and deafened ears, to that
which shakes our false belief.

And when prophets of the day
tried to warn us of our fate
their words decried by zealots and
turned into objects of hate.

How we laughed at truth and sanity
and showed disdain of solid proof
and sought shelter in the arms of hell
with deception for a roof.