All the mad people in the world have gathered in one place
Loneliness is next to me while Depression is climbing the stairs
That leads you to two fancy bedrooms, studded with diamonds and jewels
The estate agent sold me, every little thing in pairs
…
Two red roses blooming in a tiny pot
And another pot of the same identity is what I have got
A couple of paintings hanging on opposite walls
And studied in awe by two artists, dressed up like pretty dolls
And they go by the name of Hunger and Thirst
One looks like another; the other like the first
If it was a mirror or an illusion, I’d shatter it right away
But one window shows me the dark of night; the other light of day
Then there’s Anger and Bitterness staring into the distance
Lost in thoughts of Hatred and lack of social acceptance
And so many more pairs that I had never previously known
And so many more couples with whom I must have grown
But the estate agent, for one little problem, I am planning to sue
There’s just one of me here and there’s none of you
…
All the mad people in the world have gathered in one place
Wonder if that is why the estate agent was laughing in my face

Let us wage a war
And bring years of civilisation down
Let us turn our men into criminals
And call them heroes of the town
…
Let us wage a war
And tear all the happy families apart
Let them pay a heavy price for
A game that we will start
…
Let us wage a war
And watch millions of people die
And if we don’t win at first
We’d give it another try

Is this world an illusion?
Is everything a lie?
Are we born with a purpose?
Or do we just live here and die?

All the world’s darkness
Is made up of lies
Unlike the power of light
Within my eyes
…
A story in the dark
Howls and that’s
What gives me company of
Owls and bats
..
Depression and demons are
In the same team
30 days or more since I
Last had a dream
…
Is this how it’s always
Going to be?
No, I haven’t got insomnia
Insomnia’s got me

The devil chews my soul, then
Plays his drum
Hides in his hole, when
A-hunting I come

Is this world what it seems?
Is there more to bring?
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
We’re dancing over graves
Where the bees have left a sting
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
We’re hunting in pairs
Inside a fiery ring
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
The voices have been lost
Through which we used to sing
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
Tell me your secret
Trust me with this thing
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
Loss is mine and yours
Foes are in waiting
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
…
The clouds are getting darker
It just isn’t pouring
Soon it will
You’ll remember everything