I've been fighting with myself
To close my mind to crazy thoughts
But when I close my eyes
I see a lot of things that makes me insane
Losing control
I think it's a result of turbulent
Society arround me
If i stay here I'll not
Escape because being mad is part of me
Dementia is growing
That's ok cause I'm going
I was walking on the street
Wondering if
I could have a chance
To get away from here
Preventing me from the decline
It's going down
Everybody is invited to be mad
In this demented world
Individuals are rats
Runing from these hunters
Of the sanity
Dementia is growing
That's ok cause I'm going