Illogic - They Wonder Why I'm Insane lyrics

And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane Independent alchemist, optical despair The fountain is spilling the blood of infants and it's not fair Personal gain in flames, priority define footsteps World lost with purpose, engulfed in aimless progress We've touched stars, but can't touch a child's hand Can't wait to reach Mars, but can't define where we stand Each mask we build shields us from the truth If elders can't face themselves, how can we ask the youth With no absolutes we conform to the herd Anointed with our own chaos, so the outcome is deserved And they wonder why I'm insane We've equipped the enemy with the necessary tools With pickaxe in hand they stand as teachers in our schools Who designed this mindless a**embly line living To focus on what's received to polish what we're given And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane Watch where you're going, be sure to leave breadcrumbs You don't want to get out here and forget where you come from The forest is dark, warlocks are in power They'll destroy your country for touching one of their towers Scapegoats and patsies crucify defeat mobs Economical anarchists who crucify jobs Delusions of grandeur, overshadowed intangible Illusions of standards where artists are labeled vandals I lit a candle to symbolize the yearn for logic The remedy for lost identity is to remove the boxes And they wonder why I'm insane They give us poison caplets to swallow by the fistful We struggle for their progress while fed guided missiles It's OK to ask questions just pay your taxes And they'll tell you half truths to keep you spinning on their axises And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane And they wonder why I'm insane Blinded footsteps, destination unknown Alter speech to relate to ma**es so we don't stand alone Hiding behind false idols worshiping normalcy Pacifist outnumber activist with the result of dormancy No foundation built beyond quicksand and mud So we sink to an abyss of hopelessness and never rise above If love grew on trees I'd travel the globe planting So when the branches mature we'd offer smiles without asking Laughing hard ache, hilarious despair Frowns are keepsakes, in this desensitized world that doesn't care We give it all to our country and keep nothing for ourselves They breath d**h to our villages and give life to someone else No pa**ion for our own before our neighbors were driven And this is the world that I have to raise kids in? I don't know where I'm going but I'm taking this train And maybe one day I'll tell you why I'm insane And they wonder why...