Some wounder why they call me Insanity the Great
that demon that beast of deaths dark fate
for once a man of age gave me that simple name
not to old not very shamed
he had hair gray yes that fell to his knees
and he had eyes misted by the years he had seen
yet to me he was still young and a wise youth at that
he understood the reason
that my mind seamed not to grasp
of why I was here and for what purpose I was cast
for I was not all human you see
I had seen the depths of death and eternity
something like that takes from a man
the simple human soul that keeps him bound
to life this world and love in all
yet now my eyes are glazed like his
by the long and dark years
my hair has fall low to the ground
and my skin shivers a uncontrollable sound
for now I understand why he gave me that name
Insanity the Great the beast in flamed
for my soul way back when had given in
to the lose of something that the heart cant win
I had given up the thoughts of hope
the simple joy that the children show
the hopes you see are what keep us man
for with out them all we are are a simple clan
of creatures that look and speak a like
and live life simply for the moments time
so yes I will say it was true
I was once Insanity the great the beast in-tombed
but now I have hope that burns so true
I have the hope of a feeling so many think they have
I have the hope to love and this love will always stand...
