Lyrics Terrorist

What weak endless desire defines the sea of fire
Waltzing in your daddy’s dancing shoes upon the funeral pyre
The cellmate and his prison flowers are waving from a distant shore
You’ve taken all the pills and chances that you could endure

But there’s no fear
You are gonna get out of here
You’re just mad now
You’re just mad

The day breaks her apart, crushed flowers in her fist
Drops the subject like a hot iron, she’s my love terrorist
He wears a monocle of hope pressed to his one good eye
A shaman of the school yard holds his arms up to the sky

But there’s no fear
You are gonna get out of here
You’re just mad now
You’re just mad now
You're just mad now
You're just mad

I’ve consulted all the lunatics and sages whom I’ve come to trust
Just when you've lost your way, the pirate maps all turn to dust
And the heretics who reach for the sun, find there’s nothing to run to or from

But there’s no fear you are gonna get out of here
Cursing the headlines that police your dreams and fears
Stripped silently of dignity you never shed a tear

You’re just mad now
You’re just mad now
You're just mad