How Did I Become a Madman? Video (MV)

And how did I become a madman, you ask
Long before many gods were born
I woke from a deep sleep
And found all my masks stolen
The seven masks I fashioned and wore in seven lives
I ran, maskless, through the crowded street shouting
Thieves, thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves
Men and women laughed at me
And some ran into their houses in fear of me
And when I reached the marketplace
A youth, standing on a rooftop, cried
He is a madman, a madman
I looked up to behold him and the sun
Kissed my own naked face the first time
And my soul was inflamed with love
And I wanted my masks no more
As if in a trance, I cried
Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks
Thus, I became a madman
And I have found both freedom from loneliness
And safety from being understood
For those who understand us
Enslave something in us
But let me not be too proud of my safety
Even a thief, in a jail
Is safe from another thief