one can't get to that sacred place direct
one must pass through a station called CRAZY
your mind and that wild line don't intersect
and the path between is dim and hazy
you'll find there is no you, you can detect
as you flicker in and out, mind-phasing
til on the far side emerges perfect
a mind that fires bright and remains blazing
beware he who values his sanity
above the wisdom of this space-less place
flashing sane is just a passing vanity
but madness brings a timeless kind of grace
It's venturing through the dark that steals will,
but venturing through the dark steels the will
