Madman!
He squats on my shoulder with icy paws
And poison claws
Paranoise, annoys, destroys his toys
And tries to fix them
But his world is made of powder
Taken neatly with a straw
And though he knows he's getting weaker
He just takes it more and more
Sores are creeping on his skin
There's desperation in his eyes
Because he knows he'll never win
He lost it all
Surprise! Surprise! Madman's prize
Lays in the gutter where he'll mutter
Empty threats but I'll pass him
On his blind side
Try my hardest to forget.