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Yeah… Welcome to the world of madness
Where the money talks louder than the people
Where the future gets sold before it’s born… {spooky organ chords and
acoustic guitar strum} They build their towers while the planet starts to
crack, Throwing paper in the air,
but never giving back.
A suit and tie is smiling from a podium of gold,
Saying, “Trust me, brother
— everything’s under control.” The factories are breathing smoke into the sky,
While another hungry child is asking,
“Why?”
The rich keep getting richer,
the poor keep getting used,
And every single crisis is another thing to choose.
{steady acoustic-driven rhythm with light tambourine} They say: “Buy more!
Want more! Never ask why!” While the world is burning underneath a
plastic sky. They point a gun at peace,
then sell us one more war— Tell me,
how much madness can this planet take anymore?
{snare drum rolls and building electric guitar distortion}
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF MADNESS!
Where the truth gets buried under cash.
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF MADNESS!
Everybody’s running, nobody knows where to crash.
They sell us fear,
they sell us dreams,
They sell the future in broken machines.
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF MADNESS!
We’re laughing while the whole world screams!
{explosive full band, screaming guitar riffs} A rocket in the sky,
a tank upon the ground,
A million little screens just spinning us around.
They promise us tomorrow with a smile upon their face,
Then steal another piece of this already dying place.
A thousand likes, a thousand hearts,
But somehow we are still apart.
We watch the world through glowing glass,
And forget the people as they pass.
{subdued groove, clean electric guitar arpeggios} They say: “More stuff!
More power! More control!” But you can’t buy a future for a
broken soul. The ice is melting,
the oceans rise, But the money men are counting while the planet
cries.
{building snare drum and distorted fuzz guitars} Maybe the madness isn’t out
there… Maybe it’s in the mirror.
Maybe the world is not insane—
Maybe we just stopped listening.
{tempo holds but backing thins to a quiet psychedelic acoustic guitar and
quiet organ}
No more lies! No more fear!
No more buying what they sell us here!
No more war! No more greed!
No more feeding the machine!
{marching snare drum builds with heavy fuzz guitar riffs}
ORDER! They shout from the shadows.
BUY MORE! The billboards glow.
OBEY! The engines keep turning.
WHO CARES?
Nobody knows… {sudden silence except for a ticking hi-hat and eerie spoken
whispers}
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF MADNESS!
Where the crown belongs to the king of trash.
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF MADNESS!
Where the future burns
in a flash. But we are still here,
we are still alive,
Through the smoke and the noise,
we survive. WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF MADNESS!
Maybe it’s time to open our eyes!
{absolute maximum volume, screaming guitars,
triumphant energetic finish} The world is spinning… The money is falling… The
ice cream is melting… And somewhere in the distance… The future is
calling
{guitar feedback fades out into
a gentle solo acoustic guitar strum}