There's a madhouse growing inside of my head, It grows bigger each time I wish for my death,
An internal scream which I try so hard to keep, Will appear in my sleep, for there is freedom when I dream,
There's a madman who hides behind the depths of my skin, My body helps to disguise the man and all of his sins,
But when you look into my eyes and hear all of my sighs, It's not mine but the madman who cries,
And that madman who's growing inside of my head, Will be the place I say my vows to the madman I wed,
And the place where I wed to the madman I regret, Is the place I wear white, along with the rest of the dead,
But my body is a temple for the freedom of speech, For nobody has the power to read my mind and question my beliefs,
A wise man once told me to believe in hope, For that will stable your sanity and use your fears to build a rope.