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THIS MADNESS.

THIS MADNESS.

Hit, feel the blow
Higher than the underhand
But lower than the belt.

Not quite what was expected
Though in the darkest fears
it was incarnate.

Oh help me, help me
To come to terms with this madness
Give me the sense to wonder
If I know I can be me.

The prophet stared at me
Told me there will be a madness
And laughed until I cried.

I screamed aloud to the wise one
He’d pay for the pain to come
But he was unpeturbed.

Oh help me, help me
To come to terms with this madness
Give me the sense to wonder
If I know I can be me.

Got no hold, the disperance is cold
Without sanity there can be no trial
So why the wait, let us go.

Doomed to fall into the line
Shouting name, no rank at all
Living this razors edge, who pays my call.
Oh help me, help me
To come to terms with this madness
Give me the sense to wonder
If I know I can be me.

Gone is the choice, where once was hope
The evil lives on and on
And I am its tool, too late to pray.

Don’t cry for me, the option I took
Learning to live is like
Knowing how it is to die.

Oh help me, help me
To come to terms with this madness
Give me the sense to wonder
If I know I can be me.

There is no escape, sold the soul for
Love of gold, drags us down …

GRUM

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