there's this madness in the world that i can't place my finger on
it's at the tip of your tongue when you reach out to lick the icicle so cold, so raw, so innocent it's in the curl of your mouth when you see those clouds rumble the thunder that shakes you to the core it's that glitter in your eye that you have to hide every time the music is a little too loud and the drugs are a little too hard it's dancing in the flames when your fingertips glaze over the fire of the rusted old stove that was never good for anything but defrosting frozen dinners
there's this madness in the world that i can't place my finger on i can taste it closer than my mother's breast and ****** it to my own heart but i cannot for my life embrace it without seeing death dance before me there's this madness with an air of innocence and play there's this darkness with light shining through there's this oddity that makes perfect sense there's something i can't place my finger on there's something i know there's something i feel