On the ice-blue line of insanity
Is a place most never see
It’s a hard-won place of mystery
Touch it, but can’t hold it
He worked all his life for this moment in time
Come again or pass him by
It’s a push-shove world, but there’s always a chance
If the hunger stays the term

There’s a cold kinetic heat
Struggling, stretching for the think
Never stopping with his head against the wind

He’s a maniac, maniac at your door
And he’s thinking like he’s never thought before