MADMANS WILL
LIKE A MADMAN I AM GONE.SEARCHING THRU CROWDS ANTICIPATING US TOMMOROW.
PHONECALLS HEARD BETWEEN THESE HOLLOW WALLS.
QUIT LEAVING ME NOTHING!
WHATS THE USE I FEED ON YOUR MENTAL ABUSE.
BAGS PACKED FULL HAVE BROKEN MY BACK DOWN.
MAKING IT HARDER TO CHASE YOU AROUND EVERY TOWN.
IF I WAS TO HIDE, COMMITT SUICIDE.
HOW OFTEN YOU WOULD FORGET, CRAZY SITUATIONS WE HAVE MET.
NOW FED UP! GOT TO LET UP!
BUT I MUST SLAM YOUR DOOR ONCE MORE.
LIKE A MADMAN I AM GONE.
WALKING ON DOWN THE LINE , UNTIL HEAVY HIGH GIVES IN.
YOU CANT BOTHER ME DOWN UNDER.
I AM NOT WORTH DIGGING.
I WOULD NEVER LET YOU IN.
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