When the mind is a camera
And for everything, you ascribe a point of view
Then when would you, O madman?
Realize what is lie and what is true
If good makes you happy
And bad makes you sad
Then what would, O madman
Make you feel really glad
If you name the ugly as witches
And beauties as bitches
Then who would, O madman?
Come and weave your heart’s stitches
If anything said would confuse
And things spoken are of no use
Then why would you, O madman?
Give a judgment that would later diffuse