getting comfortable with madness

Does it matter to you, I'm going mad I'm not sure I can get through my own madness Maybe, if I climb to the top of the mountain Like a Buddhist monk I might have a chance Is it fair for a man to sacrifice his sanity for his craft Is that what God wants If it is, why do I have to be sacrificed We're all mad, crazy, psycho, psycho It's there, walk down the street True evil isn't scary, it's not It's friendly and comforting Like a doctor administering a lethal injection Did it ever occur to you That despite all of your crime shows And your superhero movies That you have no idea what you're dealing with Why would you You don't see a poisonous gas You just feel your lungs burning You don't see a bullet You just hear a loud bang in the darkness True evil is invisible, and accurate, and driven It cannot be stopped