Lyrics

So, why does it bother You? We only do what we're created to do. It's not that we don't follow the plan. Remember, we're only madmen.

At My table are many chairs: faces all lined with stares. They're pictures on my wall. I gave you My every all. You never want what I have. You never want what I give. In My house are many rooms filled with vicious heirlooms. The plans and maps are in My hands. You just can't know what you won't understand. It's My job to know and yours to live.