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Crazy minds, wandering around,
some trying to see, others to come down
multicolored skies, but all I see is black,
I should stop, try to get back
see the world as it might be
but why is that real, when this is what I see
it's so true, it's what I feel, what I think
hardcore material for a lunatic shrink
gazing through my mind's peephole
We leave now, me and all the people
don't know who they are, don't want to know
maybe they're just giving me a show
a freakshhow, a freakout, am I a member?
it's so hard, but I can't remember
In the end, what does it matter?
in here, we're all as mad as the hatter