Shaming the ignorant soul
Telling them to open up to what they’re told
We all know much more than what we’ll do
Label them evil and cold
They know about the truth
More than they know their own
It’s easier to point at the world
The madness, it gets old
Yet who’s to tell you who you can be?
It's madness, it gets old
As they say
Everything comes to an end
Will you comfort us through life 'til d**h?
The madness, it gets old
Oh as they say
So as they say
What is the truth without law?
What is the law if the law needs to change?
If it’s personal, is it for the world?
What is it to think, not to feel?
Theres no compa**ion when keeping it real
But our feelings can lead us astray
The madness, it gets old
Yet who’s to tell you who you can be?
It's madness, it gets old
As they say
Everything comes to an end
Will you comfort us through life 'til d**h?
The madness, it gets old
Oh as they say
So as they say
Come lift me up
So I can see all of you
Stating opinions as truth
Come lift me up
So I can see all of you
Telling me what I should do
The madness, it gets old
Yet who’s to tell you who you can be?
It's madness, it gets old
As they say
Everything comes to an end
Will you comfort us through life 'til d**h?
The madness, it gets old
Oh as they say
So as they say