Genius = Insanity

A moving mouth upon a censored shroud.
Muted from birth. The screaming angel's proud.
Decibels break glass but the meaning's not crystal.
But stories emit about this individual, everso loud.
If only the moaning paper immersed the insane tears.
If only this sleeping siren was perfectly clear.
Why did this angel leave it's comfy cloud
From above looking down on us beneath?
It's retina's inflected every drip of reality,
The same way as you and me, only different. I think
All this make believe with angels and goblins.
More legends like tha'.. that place #*!\%@?
Praps it's all as real as you and me.
Freaks of evolution just without clouds beneath feet.
Maybe we need someone to force us to believe,
Because the people with power are always right.
We'll have no problems, no problems at all,
Especially when we stare all day toward the floor.
Who is next against the wall?
This padded cell makes sense; none, in or out?!
Pillows silence doors and chains retain syllables.
Its no wonder genius equals insanity.
Y'see for everyone who thinks or dreams,
There's another who mocks and's asleep.
Has our ideal world imploded?
Is it just crumbling into infinity?
There is really no sense or direction.
No means to a beginning,
Just endless technicalities.
So we just sleep
Although we are
lost and
one...