Thrice All the World Is Mad song lyrics

We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned

We are demons that hide in the mirror

But the blood on our hands

Paints a picture exceedingly clear

We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed

And malevolence deep and profound

We do unspeakable deeds

Does our wickedness know any bounds?

Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone

All the world is mad

Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come

What vanity, our sad, wretched fires

We can't medicate man to perfection again

We can't legislate peace in our hearts

We can't educate sin from our souls

It's been there from the start

The blind lead the blind into bottomless pits

Still we smile and deny that we're cursed

But of all our iniquities

Ignorance may be the worst

Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone

All the world is mad

Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come

What vanity, our sad, wretched fires

Oh, what little light we have

It only serves to show

The snares and seeds of wrath

That we've already sewn on every path

Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone

All the world is mad

Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come

What vanity, our sad, wretched fires