there's a certain madness
running through this world
times of tiding gladness
lightning bolts are hurled
discombobulation
in the soul of state
riding tides of nation
as we're dodging fate
singing songs of nowhere
drumming beats of now
stumbling down the upstairs
counting whys and hows
subcutaneous drum beat
sinking to the bone
sitting in the fire seat
deflecting all the stones
so many without sin
or so they seem to feel
tossing stones on whim
sharpening their steel