Assorted Lunatics - Gandalf's Fist

It seems to be

You don’t really know anything

It seems to me

You don’t really know anyone

You say it makes them sick — assorted lunatics

Speak to me

Your mind was never here anyway

Your disease

Greeting people inside our brain

Oh the games they play

You hear the words they say

Never free

Locked inside like a mental case

Sanity

Washed away without a trace

All the things you do

The voices tell you to

It seems to be

Your emerald eyes never seem to fade

It seems to me

You’ve saved your sight for another day

You fill your thoughts with this — assorted lunatics