The Poet paints a mural on the wall of his page
The Priest says solemn words over someone's grave
The Madmen rage with reason to be mad
He says that we're all prisoners of our circumstance
Chorus:
Poets, Priests and Madmen
Search the boundaries of the earth
Singing songs and praying softly
Screaming for the truth
Poets, Priests and Mad, Madmen
No matter the price they pay
They must lose themselves
Before they'll ever find their way
The Poet writes the songs that we sing from birth
The Priest preaches to the crowd making sure
his voice is heard
The Madman cries its wasted, no reason to be here
His heart is filled with anger, and his life is ruled by fea
(Chorus)
Bridge:
They got their eyes wide open as they look to the stars
Depending on magic to keep them safe from harm
Their desire for knowledge will never leave
'Cause it's the search, not the answer, that they need
(Chorus)
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Priests and Madmen