This Mad

I'm falling to pieces
But I put my request into god by the deadline
I wrote - would you drink the sea
If yelling has dried up your language by this time
Then I would have a way to drive away
Then I would have a road and I could go today
On the wisdom bus heading into town
I'll pay the fare to be a believer
I've rode imagination straight into the ground
And I gotta know what I gotta know by now
Power's acquired
But I'm just bewildered the same with the madness we make
Love kisses hate
Hate spits back all of its tenderness with all its sadness