Demonic or evil or none of the two
Would you chose to be mad, would you chose to be you
Freedom or captive or a state in between
A world of illusion sewn up in a dream.
Reality as we see it, only controls and confines
The ability to be free the ability of one’s mind
Are we victors in madness such a lovely sound?
Are we losers in sanity held by chains to the ground?
Is madness a play or just a game
No victor to lose or one to claim
Oh, help me oh help me this is my cry
Oh madness I’m searching where does your lot lie.
My eyes shall be opened I will no longer play
Madman your game must end on this day
Am I free from this struggle I confess not to know?
But Madman your grip you now must let go.
For the freedom I found once in your thoughts
I no longer feel that freedom that I ought.
In reality I feel more controlled by your crime
To rob me of myself and to lock out my mind.
Madman how could you, could one be so unkind
To hide your hypocrisy to validate your crime
Madman, O Madman, you have stolen from me
The joy and the laughter that alone can set me free.
Goodbye to you Madman goodbye to your shame
I no longer desire to remain in your name.
You no longer can control me with freedom as your lie
For my wings have been opened I’m ready to fly.
So goodbye to you Madman goodbye to you again
For although you have deceived me you have been my friend.
I will not forget you, nor the lesson I’ve learned
You have shown me that freedom is not found, but is earned.