Neuroticism

In the neurotic's body, madness dances A helpless victim ensnared in devil's bottle It appears to be a spell caused by an ugly devil But they say it's a curse of some shattered soul But how could the innocent be cursed? Life is miserable, and he feel it twice as much. There will never be a day when he will not cry. Oh, you will learn the causes of your sorrows someday. But if the truth does not dawn on you, If the reality is too shy to reveal itself, Create a myth or accept a false story Believe you are insane, and it's okay to be insane There's a vulnerability there, there's something very potent. For you are the one who connect the world to what it is to be truly human, Those daily battles to root out the pain They never end, and neither does the pain. When the dark curtains covers the sky He sleeps dead with the ugly nightmares When the curtains disappear, when the light spreads He runs from death that he sees in the crowd He runs everywhere to reach somewhere He's a genius, they say, a mad genius on his way to nowhere. Everyday, he sings a song to himself, The song that begins with the lines that puzzle the sane, "Aren't you the one who revels in pain and death? Isn't it you who has the most desire for them?"