Insanity

     That man who put his hands on the woman,
     And he struck her down,
     She cheated on him.
     And she cheated on him because he hit her.
     And he hit her because she cheated on him.
     It's an infinite loop,
     And I don't know where it began.

     There's a woman,
     With an axe in her hands,
     Who loves nothing more than the splurts of blood on her face,
     Her victims die young.
     Younger than three.
     She lost her child when he was two.
     To a man, who like to kill too.

     The police officer is a bad cop,
     But only to another race,
     If you were his color,
     He'd let you escape in a high speed chase.
     But maybe it wasn't his choice.
     Maybe his mom or dad taught him to be that way.
     Or maybe he thinks its right that way.

     Or maybe we all just think its right.
     Or maybe we're all just fucking insane.
     It feels right,
     And we do it.
     If it feels wrong,
     We might as well do it anyways.