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
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