Crazies,
Crazies scream uncontrollably.
They’re crazy,
Crazy, their wheel’s loose a screw.

Wired crew,
They love freedom, but they feel haunted,
So then they’ll bray
So loud they’ll try to drown out you.

Worship,
Themselves are all that they worship.
Their world
Is best, in their warped worldview.

Crazies,
Their thinking lost in a curlicue
That’s crazily spiralin’;
Crazies shout violence
In their hazy
And warped worldview.