There's a madness,
a misunderstanding.
It's here, or there,
I know it well
as if I indulge in it now and again,
but it reminds me of you
of which I am not
and cannot be.
I am symptomless,
Finally, I'm ready.
What will come of that
I cannot know,
but I know it comes as a
thundering roar!
Release, release,
and I have yet to be defeated by it all...

You, you dared me to thinking that I could not,
and, well, I dared you to knowing full well that you could...
Yes, indeed you could...