All the World Is Mad

We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned We are demons that hide in the mirror But the blood on our hands Paints a picture exceedingly clear We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed And malevolence deep and profound We do unspeakable deeds Does our wickedness know any bounds? Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone All the world is mad Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come What vanity, our sad, wretched fires We can't medicate man to perfection again We can't legislate peace in our hearts We can't educate sin from our souls It's been there from the start The blind lead the blind into bottomless pits Still we smile and deny that we're cursed But of all our iniquities Ignorance may be the worst Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone All the world is mad Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come What vanity, our sad, wretched fires Oh, what little light we have It only serves to show The snares and seeds of wrath That we've already sewn on every path Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone All the world is mad Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come What vanity, our sad, wretched fires