It's not real madness To run against the flow I dress always the same way And feel ashamed of my good fate, i know Gray smoke in the light My hands in twisted air Nescience is not a flower And ground is only thorns I know, i'm so far away Cause the dark is far away This light makes me blind It's not real madness To run against the flow When it rains and when it hails This daylight burns me now Open the door and feel One hundred shades of brown Ten years but even here I've just created my new jail