I'm beginning to think that sanity
is no longer normal.
In this world where children kill,
and one bomb can kill us all.
How can you not feel mad?
How can you not feel?
How can you go off to work
When you watched a hundred people die
As you drank your morning brew?
Call me oversensitive, call me mad,
but you're the one with the flaw
because I could not live with myself
if I could watch someone die
without even a pang.
Call me mad, but I have a soul:
I like to feel.