...sleeping all alone
someone kills the pain, spinning in the silence to finally drift away
someone gets excited in a chapel yard and catches a bouquet
another lays a dozen, white roses on a grave

someone finds salvation in everyone, another only pain
someone tries to hide himself, down inside himself he prays
someone swears his true love until the end of time another runs away,
separate or united, healthy or insane

even when you've paid enough
been pulled apart or been held up
every single memory of the good or bad

you can do be yourself - audioslave

its insane

mitt huvud snurrar av tankarpå saker jag vill göra
saker jag vill uppleva
men jag kan inte tillåta mig själv
det går bara inte
omständigheterna är så långt ifrån prefekta

insane, i say!