Syndrome - Fission

As we measure our existence

By axioms forged in our awareness

I long for science about lunacy’s consistence

The composition of madness

'Cause, the diagnosis «psychosis»

Darkens our vividity

It’s just an autohypnosis

Programmed by man’s stupudity

Every creative thought

Is referred to as an coldity

And the expansion of that thought

Is the kingdom of abnormality

Since childhood I have that syndrome

So, they call me fool and disturbing jinx

My vision expands in the psyche’s dome

What they call «madness», is my sphinx

I hail a mental avalanche

Beyond the conscious dying branch

The idenited oration of the mind

Is the speech that lurks behind

The outside effective machinery

Where every second has it’s bizarre scenery

I hail a mental avalanche

States, positions, progression and law

Beyond the conscious dying branch

To where thoughts have their thaw

Every cell is a part of the equation

Like the spirit, mind and soul

To uncover it’s deeper location

Every angle and pole

If madness is defined

I claim that madness is divine