Is it a sickness or a malign gift?
You feel your mind in line
No remorse for the lives you sift
But to you it is not a sign
You won't realize that you're not alright
You're running out of time
Do you feel it teeming? It's your might
And you always feel that you are right
You're mad
It's no trick, feel your inner psycho break
You're mad
There's no dreaming, just a mental leak
You're mad
Inner feelings and you're contemplating
You're mad
You feel a freak and you're oh so scheming
You're mad
No concern for the people at stake
As your luck would have
You can't take it, your inner psycho breaks
You can't cry or laugh
Live the high life; it's all a fantasy
A healthy soul you'll never be
You're out of your mind and yet you see
The monster inside that you'll always be
You're mad
It's no trick, feel your inner psycho break
You're mad
There's no dreaming, just a mental leak
You're mad
Inner feelings and you're contemplating
You're mad
You feel a freak and you're oh so scheming
You're mad
There's no escaping
The life you're living
You live a life you're almost dreaming
You serve the man
It's not truth you demand
You have a hand in goring the land
You're mad
You're mad
You're mad
You're a mad man
It's no trick, feel your inner psycho break
You're mad
There's no dreaming, just a mental leak
You're mad
Inner feelings and you're contemplating
You're mad
You feel a freak and you're oh so scheming
You're mad
You're a mad man
