We don't need no inspiration
Cause we have all the pain we need
To write a song two decades long without reinforcement
Singing these songs is how we bleed

Now my force is exhausted, I'm tired and I'm numb
I'd stagger back home, but I feel I don't have one
Cause everything seems strange now and everything seems fickle
Everyone's gone crazy and I'm stuck in the middle

I can't see a way through this mess
Is it a test? Have I been blessed with insanity?
I think regular thinking is a mess,
Now all that's left is the dead or dying of heart

But I'll keep on just singing and I wont even try
To stop my lip shaking when I start to cry
Something has broken a line has been crossed
When everyone goes crazy, it's the sane that are lost

Music is the life force, what our hearts have been craving
It won't save your soul, but it will make it worth saving
Hear me holler now, if I make just a ripple
Then when the tidal waves smash you down I wont feel so little

I can't see a way through this mess
Is it a test? Have I been blessed with insanity?
I think regular thinking is a mess,
Now all that's left is the dead or dying of heart

When it comes to the end and I look back on life
Will I give a warm smile and hold hands with my wife
Or will I die by myself alone and in pain
And curse my existence and my part in the game

It may sounds depressing, I may sounds obsessed
But I truly believe the insane have been blessed
The only thing worse than being outcast
Is the thought that your normal, and your legend wont last

I can't see a way through this mess
Is it a test? Have I been blessed with insanity?
I think regular thinking is a mess,
Now all that's left is the dead or dying of heart