and this is how madness sounds from the inside

I know all too well

there's never

any time

for a parade,

because

I don't exploit

the puppetry

I'm

a part of.

Should it happen

there's some fusion

we're akin to,

then so be it.

But on that premise,

you can't tell me

God

is fisting demons

in the underworld;

after all,

Russian blood

courses through my veins,

I'm just like

any other

mouseketeer.