Madness - Intro

lost in the madness

the madness is home

home is the madness

in the madness, lost

madness is the home,

is home the madness,

home is madness the

madness is home

 

Eyes up on the calendar,

one week until shit could get much better,

but I doubt it, lines are across like the stars

constellations of coke, md, on the carpet,

each sniff, does remind, of the dark pit,

which my mind is inside, in the cockpit,

pilot, flyin' through the sky, like a rocket,

reach the lit finish line, I cannot see,

where the fuck I should land, am I crashing

each nightstand has a pack full of toxic,

bacci bags, and a paper to roll with,

full circle am I back where I started

 

Eyes up on the calendar,

one week until shit could get much better,

but I... wait

 

wake up, voice in my head, I cannot fix,

all this, bullshit, roll out of bed, I cannot sit,

strain in my back, and I feel sick, not sick,

maybe just sad that I've lost it, closet,

often abandoned and not filled, boxes,

laying around, on the floor which, often,

drive into ground, that I'm squalid, rotten,

brain, and my hand has been forced, open,

pain isn't bad just ignore it,