A Town Called Normal

A man awoke in a town called Normal He noticed the steamy skies of gloom He sat and watched the shadows flit Across the walls
Like day old calendars
And every thought was drumming,
To the rhythm of his heart
Imagine if there was only one note
Only one thought
Is art a pleasing sickness?
The need to be heard and not understand Here I died, here I was born,
Measured by the time lines of wood
How can we distinguish,
The evil from the good?
Do they not compliment each other,
Like the chorus always should?
Yes my faith lies between
The truth and disguise
Caught between the landscape of lies
Yes my faith lies between
The truth and disguise
Floating across the landscape of lies
A man awoke in a town called Normal