letter from a madhouse cell.

they tell me it's not winter,
but i feel so cold
inside.

cold and old
cold and old
cold and old...

i used to hear the saying
"You Cant Teach An Old Dog New Tricks"
but i never understood what they meant.
they are trying to teach me new things.

but i already know i have nothing to learn,
that i have already been taught
everything there is to know.
everything i NEED to know.

i know i'm not wrong, about this.
but the people i see,
they think i'm wrong about everything.

they know nothing.
the world knows nothing.
i know i will always know nothing.