They Wonder Why I’m Insane Illogic

I know you're somewhere thinking of me
I know you're somewhere thinking of me

And they wonder why, I'm insane [x4]

Independent alchemist, optical despair
The fountain is spilling the blood of infants
And it's not fair
Personal gain inflames priority defying footsteps
We're all lost with purpose
Engulfed in aimless progress
We've touched stars
But can't hold a child's hand
Can't wait to reach Mars
But can't define we're 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
Assembly line living?
Too focused on what's received
To polish what we're giving