Insane to the Skin

Stuck in a war zone
Nowhere to call home
Absolute madness
Why does it come to this?
The walls are up all around
Everyone deaf to the sound
Of other hearts beating to the same drum
Blind to the blood, struck still and dumb

Insane to the skin
Where do I begin
To trace our sick minds?
The beginning of time
The guns are drawn, no questions
Defend 'til death each lesson
That we accept with whole heart and blank thought
Easy to fool, devotion caught

Give us labels, fortune and fame
To divide and to separate
Make us different to make us "whole"
Maybe killing will fill the hole
No--it's never full, never satisfied
It stops aching when we see the light