The madness is on its peak
There is nothing that will make me believe
That love exists, that there is triumph
That people win, that they rejoice in others victory
That they still think of others
That they still prefer to give others better than their own
That they still hold their ground
That they dont fall or die from the load
That there still is comradeship
That people still value friendship
NOthing, nothing will make me believe
That what we live is true
That what we have is real
That we are not just helpless hounds
That we all have a heart, still pure
Nothing will make me believe
No matter how much as my madness is on its peak
I am done and resolved
That I shun this world
The people who reside here
All are liars, the lot of them
Nothing will ever make me believe.
Not the red glare of the setting sun
Not the bright moon with its poise
Not the brilliant blue sky
Neither the ever stretching horizon.
Nothing will ever make me believe
That there is something real other than my madness
