Madness

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There’s a certain kind of madness that just cannot be explained
Under sympathetic sadness beastly anger left untamed

There’s a certain kind of pleasure in seeing lovers squirm like snakes
That’s how easily I measure just how much me You can take

I really tried to tell You: "Run away whilst free
While I try to uncover what’s really haunting me"

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There are certain kind of memories that I don’t know where to place
Cannot shake, cannot pretend that these are things I can erase

I do not understand You (though grateful for Your love);
The Demon is an old friend You cannot free me of

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