A Book By Its Cover Please don't talk to me about insanity; I cut my teeth on it You stand there and tell me you've totally 'lost it,' when I can see you never even started I can't tell you how it works; it's just something that happens it begins in the bloodstream and pushes its way out-- you can feel it building: the scream forming in your throat, the wires tightening in your head... that click you hear isn't necessarily an empty chamber at your ear Now you marvel at my calm facade, but this is no textbook lunatic before you; I'm one of the dangerous ones I just know how to hide it