IN A PICTURE OF MADNESS ,
YOU CAN FEEL THE SADNESS,
OF THE MAN WE ALL LOATHE,
BUT DEEP INSIDE US ,
WE HAVE NOWHERE TO HIDE FROM COMING,
GRADUALLY TO THE SURFACE ,
LIKE THE UGLY SLOATHE,
MAKE SENSE OF THIS NOTE NO YOU WONT,
FOR ALL THIS MADNESS IS MINE.