Methods of Madness

Abstract acid flash back….psychedelic ***** slap Man in a black mask….Turned into psychopath Suddenly his mind snapped when he began to laugh The world became a gas as he struck up the match What sort of secrets goes on in the mind of madness? Is it dark, timeless, and forged from the lives of the tragic? More misunderstood that of the mysteries of death How the human brain can change in just a single breath The T.V. talks to me and no one else seems to see My radio screams at me as it is full of vicious bees In the ally; people walk right past, my nightmares They aren’t afraid, as if nothing was ever even there Doctor writes on his pad….and asks about my dad He prescribes me poison….the worst I have ever had He brings up my past….I know that he secretly laughs Right to my angry face….and right behind my back What sort of madman prescribes poisonous pills? Continuously asking me, how they make me feel It’s hard to explain that I don’t take the medication I play along; telling him, it’s as if I’m on a long vacation He has no idea that I’ve been on to him from the start Provoking a lion in a cage; even with a Ph.D., isn’t very smart The dark horse is nothing more than a paper tiger in disguise He may hold the keys to my release but he isn’t very wise That is why I stole those keys in the middle of the night