The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me ’till I’m sane
You lock the door … And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.
The lunatic is in my head
"I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us"
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