The Boy Who Thought Himself Mad

He was born in a middle class suburban home
But ever since his grandparent’s split he felt alone
He felt like he never had a place to call his own
So he dreamed up a world in which he could roam
From early on his imagination was his best friend
Cuz only in his imagination he didn’t wish he were dead
His parents loved him but they never paid attention
To that boiling kettle of kid that they were raising
He dreamed of the day he would make his mark
But a day in his life was like swimming with sharks
Maybe he should’ve asked for help, that’d have been a start
But you’re always the last to know when your mind falls apart

Let’s hear the story of the boy who thought himself mad
A victim of the pharmaceutical industries plan
Did you ever imagine you could think yourself insane?
You can, you can, you can, you can

“What’s so scary about schizophrenia?” you might say
How would you feel if your mind was constantly trapped in a maze?
Where not even the drugs can break you out of the haze
Or lift the veil up and clear away your sanity’s decay
You go to the psychiatrist for some help
But all they do is prescribe the pills, the pills, the pills
The doctors say they’ll tranquilize your brain
Until it reaches some semblance of sane
And from then on you’ll spend your days sleeping in
You’ll feel like a zombie from The Night of the Living Dead
And soon your friends will see that you’re a mess
At least the few friends that you managed to have kept

Let’s hear the story of the boy who thought himself mad
A victim of the pharmaceutical industries plan
Did you ever imagine you could think yourself insane?
You can, you can, you can, you can
Let’s hear the story of the boy who thought himself mad (do-wop-wop)
A victim of the pharmaceutical industries plan (do-wop-wop)
Did you ever imagine you could think yourself insane? (do-wop-wop)
You can, you can, you can, you can (do-wop-wop)

The voices in my head – they won’t go away
The voices in my head – they’re here to stay
The voices in my head – they won’t go away
The voices in my head – they’re here to stay

He didn’t think exploring the further recesses of his mind
Would ever end him up in a mental hospital
But instead all his thinking drove him insane
He’s psychonaut who’s got a problem with his brain

He’s constantly looking over his shoulder
He thinks that everyone is laughing at him behind his back
He thinks the world is out to get him, even his friends
And there ain’t no coming back from thoughts like that
He stopped eating because he thought his food was poisoned
And the medicine is making him lose even more weight
So now all you see in him is a skeleton
Begging for peace even if it’s only for a second
He can’t deal with the voices in his head
They keep telling him to do himself in
He never thought suicide was an option
Until his own head was telling him to do it
And his skull feels like a coffin
For a brain that is as good as dead
And everything he’s read on the internet
Doesn’t quite compare to how this really is
Good days for him don’t happen quite often
But that’s his life and he deals with it

Let’s hear the story of the boy who thought himself mad
A victim of the pharmaceutical industries plan
Did you ever imagine you could think yourself insane?
You can, you can, you can, you can
Let’s hear the story of the boy who thought himself mad (do-wop-wop)
A victim of the pharmaceutical industries plan (do-wop-wop)
Did you ever imagine you could think yourself insane? (do-wop-wop)
You can, you can, you can, you can (do-wop-wop)