Crazy, Insane

You call me crazy, insane
maybe your right.

Seeing things that don't exist
creeping in the night.

There's a knife in my hand
it's pressed against my wrist.

And after I hit there
comes a longer list.

You call me crazy, insane
maybe your right.

And sometimes I need to see
there'll always be a light.

And as long as I can hear you
telling me to carry on