Settlement+of+the+Sane+(Taylor+and+Kirsten)

I live in my world, so my world is me, My job’s all I know and all I can be I work for the government, Streep oversees, Nothing goes wrong, but of course, it may It’s fine though, people are happy anyway Why should I, Adam Scott, have much to say?

It’s my boss though, Gyllenhaal, who has the say Vice president, he is directly above me Like all the others, he’s healthy in every single way He’d surely be fired if not sane as can be So if you’ve got screws loose, and many may You’re shut in the asylum, your illness, no one sees

So no one is crazy, ‘cause crazy no one sees To ensure, my job is to watch what you all say They’ve been watching me closely, since last year in May, The people around, and they think the crazy one’s me? Well, I guess it’s likely, I guess it could be Since it’s tough to communicate in the social way

There’s been a verdict, I’m now on my way, To an asylum where they’ll oversee, Any little movement that crazy could be. ‘Cause if I was crazy, anything that I say, Could make others insane, and they would blame me. I didn’t realize I did this, but have, I may.

Settling into the routine, be hard, it may As time passes many souls cross my way It’s troubling that mistaken verdicts don’t end with me The souls have wisdom beyond which I can see The lies and wrongs of society, so much to say The stories force questions about who I can be

The chatter rises, perhaps rebels we’ll be Over is the question of we, may? Spirits of change leave so much to say Only the dark and sinister stand in the way Futures of hope and peace and happiness, I see Joy swells in my breast, changes occur in me

Hope may be, changes pave the way May, fogs of uncertainty cloud what I see Caution, watch what you say, unbelief that hope lies in me