Shaming the ignorant soul

Telling them to open up to what they're told

We all know much more than what we'll do



Label them evil and cold

They know about the truth

More than they know their own

It's easier to point at the world



The madness, it gets old

Yet who's to tell you who you can be?

It's madness, it gets old

As they say

Everything comes to an end

Will you comfort us through life 'til death?

The madness, it gets old

Oh as they say

So as they say



What is the truth without law?

What is the law if the law needs to change?

If it's personal, is it for the world?

What is it to think, not to feel?

Theres no compassion when keeping it real

But our feelings can lead us astray



The madness, it gets old

Yet who's to tell you who you can be?

It's madness, it gets old

As they say

Everything comes to an end

Will you comfort us through life 'til death?

The madness, it gets old

Oh as they say

So as they say



Come lift me up

So I can see all of you

Stating opinions as truth

Come lift me up

So I can see all of you

Telling me what I should do



The madness, it gets old

Yet who's to tell you who you can be?

It's madness, it gets old

As they say

Everything comes to an end

Will you comfort us through life 'til death?

The madness, it gets old

Oh as they say

So as they say