If there was a way to translate the amazing visions I see into words you could read

The colors your tongue would sing 
The voice of God crawling from your lips

Yes 
My madness is beautiful shards of confusion 

It's colors and sounds
It's horrors and darkness

It's a stew of the universes greatest ingredients 

Just simmering away in my crock pot of a brain

I cry throughout the day 
I laugh the night back away 

It's all part of the plan 
The plan that lands me on places far from home

Only to be woken by the howls of life's wicked wolf

Back on earth again with a sinful grin 
I know the visions are just me
That no one else will ever see my insanity

But if you could the world would seem a strange new place 
Yes
you might still recognize some of their faces 
But 
you would never again give into their beliefs or the rat race of life