the sober to the insane

is man who lived his life

just to crash it in the fast lane.

He's selling his advice

for a tip and shot glass,

that's the price of wisdom now,

since the market came to pass.

I bought him a whiskey straight

and slipped a bill into his case.

He started on a line of faith,

the call of karma and then a fall from grace.

Just like the tragic woes,

in the saftey of a novel or a TV show

that raise the unmarked grave,

of the poor fool who finally found his way.

We searched Bihari towns,

for the guidance of the gifted sacred sounds.

resolution sets the spirit free,

but their wise words never worked for me.

Just like the Mother's humbe role,

where a destitude man offers up his soul.

What a noble cause for you, sacrifice your last for the morbid few.

And if the fire should burn through your skin

and the cracks will widen and break

exhale your spirit to the wind

but know the risks that you take.

Even a poison emotion,

can guide a hand to a righteous cause.

But a poison devotion,

will spread like sin to the innocent,

who never read what the scriptures meant.

And I took on this burden, too.

Ate everything they fed my brain.

But installation was a slow ride,

circuits jammed with increasing gain,

as medication numbed my pain.

Some paths are strewn with cracks

that drive us to our byways

some throw us on our backs

and madden up the craze.

I'll keep it to myself, can't cause you any harm.

so was it greed or grief

when you blew your brains out through your arm?

He'll say he's had his fill, then get right back into the ring,

to fight an overwhelming thrill, that spreads each time the needle stings.

Down, down, down, we tumble and we fumble through this space.

But I've hit the bottom now, and it's time to continue on my chase.

And if the fire should burn through your skin

and the cracks should widen and break

exhale your spirit to the wind

but know the risks that you take