Insane

The Sky has lost its red
The wind is playing a game
The someones around are commonplace
And we no ones are insane


The road is a boozy one
It unwinds like a snake
We don't care where it takes us
The vision, if its real or fake

All we have is our own
The music and the rhyme
Their harrowing tunes once disturbed us
But now we don't have the time

Cause now we've set for the tunnel
That'll take us to the Destination
We pursue our unfulfilled dreams
Some say its redemption, some perdition

The bland world is phoney
But we are what we are
We have walked out on them
But we still have to walk too far

We'll leave our foot marks in the sand
And they'll look for our track
But we're determined to go on
Now there's no turning back

Calling a truce'll be a crime
Against our life of perpetual pain
But we love the excrutiation
For we no ones are insane