Method to Madness
Love, loss, fire and cross
Roll to the shade, let the soul gather moss
Take me away cause there's not much to savor my love
Hate, fear, pain sincere
Pay all your debts to the fame racketeer
Take me away cause there's not much to savor my love
There is a method to the madness
A polyp on the brain
A voice in my head telling me I'm not insane
And I'm churning the butter
And I'm spinning the gears
There's method to the madness
For twenty-odd years
Night, day, faces of clay
Born with the tide like a shell on the bay
Take me away cause there's not much to savor my love
Real, fake, sleeping awake
Follow the path, take a left at the break
Take me away cause there's not much to savor my love
There is a method to the madness
A polyp on the brain
A voice in my head telling me I'm not insane
And I'm churning the butter
And I'm spinning the gears
There's method to the madness
For twenty-odd years
(I don't hear anything else)
There is a method to the madness
A polyp on the brain
A voice in my head telling me I'm not insane
Churning the butter
I'm spinning the gears
There's method to the madness
For twenty-odd years
Method to the madness (I'm only right when I'm wrong)
Method to the madness (You're only here when you're gone)
Method to the madness (Sorry it took me so long)
Method to the madness, is it too late?
Roll to the shade, let the soul gather moss
Take me away cause there's not much to savor my love
Hate, fear, pain sincere
Pay all your debts to the fame racketeer
Take me away cause there's not much to savor my love
There is a method to the madness
A polyp on the brain
A voice in my head telling me I'm not insane
And I'm churning the butter
And I'm spinning the gears
There's method to the madness
For twenty-odd years
Night, day, faces of clay
Born with the tide like a shell on the bay
Take me away cause there's not much to savor my love
Real, fake, sleeping awake
Follow the path, take a left at the break
Take me away cause there's not much to savor my love
There is a method to the madness
A polyp on the brain
A voice in my head telling me I'm not insane
And I'm churning the butter
And I'm spinning the gears
There's method to the madness
For twenty-odd years
(I don't hear anything else)
There is a method to the madness
A polyp on the brain
A voice in my head telling me I'm not insane
Churning the butter
I'm spinning the gears
There's method to the madness
For twenty-odd years
Method to the madness (I'm only right when I'm wrong)
Method to the madness (You're only here when you're gone)
Method to the madness (Sorry it took me so long)
Method to the madness, is it too late?
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Writer(s): Evan Maguire
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