We toy with this notion that people can change,
They grow up, they grow old, they mature with their age...
But the ones that can't change stay locked up away,
Growing madder in brain 'til it disintegrates.
It's an earthquake of a secret I know's been around,
It shakes all the corpses right out of the ground.
Old habits die young, and the young they are bleak,
The tortured and cherished don't last on their feet.
When everyone crumbles, as everyone does,
It's the mad and the crazy that stay the same ones.