I’ve lowered my standards long ago. I don’t feel so crazy. A whole new world appeared to me. I don’t feel so crazy. Looking for the wrong things in the wrong places. I don’t feel so crazy. I’m much satisfied by the simple things. Dancing in a rain of shit. I don’t mind the smell failure, and of un-accom-plishment. There’s no place for kings here. Everyone’s always wanting more. Bodies are lying on the floor, crying tears of blood and pain. We’re programmed to suffer. People loosing it at the mall. I don’t feel so crazy. Neon lights burn through my eyes. I don’t feel so crazy. Give me a bottle of your best wine. I don’t feel so crazy. So we can celebrate the end of all.