Your mask carries the traces of dirt from the past
It is time for us to accept your ways
Your treason fails to hurt the mighty
With open arms we'll burn your skin into ours

And. you are insane...

With seeds of grief this rat sows his mistress
What wretched face his infancy hides
For at night he curses the benumbed
To break their limbs and lick his wounds

And. he is insane...

The insane, underfed and unsatisfied
Cracks my brain's bloody shell
For no longer can titmouse lands cherish
An impure heart with broken arms

And. we are insane.