La gente enloquece empeñándose en ser normal...
Tori Amos: "Girl"
"And in the mist there she rides,
and castles are burning in my heart,
and as I twist I holt tight,
and I ride to work every morning wondering why...
Sit in the chair and be good now,
and become all that they told you,
the white coats enter her room,
and I'm calling my baby, calling my baby, calling..."