Madhouse

Dear madhouse was my home
You’re a psycho – they told me so.
My disorders were panic and neurosis.
Dear doctor was my friend.
He was trying to pretend
That he cured me, don’t know how he endured me.

I was high, but then I was very low.
I run fast, but then I drifted so slow.
Then I stopped and let myself understand,
That I was not mad.

Chorus
Now you can stare at me and call me nuts,
But I have broken free, I have the guts
To recognize that I might be insane,
But it’s so cool to me, it’s not in vain.
And all your normal world is so annoying,
Oh, your normal world is so annoying.
I live in fantasy – I’m so enjoying,
Live in fantasy – I’m so enjoying.

You prefer to be okay,
To be normal and to obey.
What is normal? It seems to me too formal.
I don’t want to cure my brain,
I am loving to be insane.
I have found me and happiness around me.

Diagnosis in a medical card,
I am tearing all your records apart.
Now I see and let myself understand
That I am not mad.