A track from Cold’s first album, “Insane” is about drug abuse, and how even the purportedly sane people out there have their own problems. In this case, lead singer Scooter Ward’s problem is drugs and their hold on him. He wants the more privileged to stop using as well: “Can you give back to God wh...
Everyone around you suffocates
Think I don't believe in God
Every little pill that helps you think
Makes my mind a social fault
Well I can take a million fuckin' freaks
Blow 'em up and make you pay
All the plastic clowns have taken me
To the moon that wasn't grey
Well I have gone insane
And I'm the one to blame
There's no one left but me
And I'm not here
All the plastic people live for me
But their hearts were made for doom
Everyone around thinks I'm insane
But the path I chose was sore
I can take a million fuckin' freaks
Blow 'em up and make you pay
All the plastic clowns have taken me
To the moon that wasn't grey
Well I have gone insane
And I'm the one to blame
There's no one left but me
And I'm not here
I have gone insane
And I'm the one to blame
There's no one left but me
And I'm not here
Can you give back to God what brought you here?
Everyone around you suffocates
Think I don't believe in God
Everyone around thinks I'm insane
But the drugs have made me grey
Well I have gone insane
And I'm the one to blame
There's no one left but me
And I'm not here
I have gone insane
And I'm the one to blame
There's no one left but me
And I'm not here
(And I'm not here)
(And I'm not here)
(And I'm not here)
(And I'm not here)
(And I'm not here)
(And I'm not here)
(And I'm not here)
Insane was written by Scooter Ward.
Insane was produced by Ross Robinson.