Written by: (Smith [bad word] Gers)

Written by: (Smith [bad word] Gers)

Can I play with madness?

 Give me the sense to wonder
 To wonder if I'm free
 Give me a sense of wonder
 To know I can be me

 Give me the strength to hold my head up
 Spit back in their face
 Don't need no key to unlock this door
 Gonna break down the walls, break out of this bad place

 Can I play with madness?
 The prophet stared at his crystal ball
 Can I play with madness?
 There's no vision there at all

 Can I play with madness?
 The prophet looked and he laughed at me, he said
 Can I play with madness?
 He said: You're blind, too blind to see

 I screamed aloud to the old man
 I said: Don't lie, don't say, you don't know!
 I say: You'll pay for your mischief
 In this world or the next

 And then he fixed me with a freezing glance
 And the hellfires raged in his eyes
 He said: Do you want to know the truth, son?
 I'll tell you the truth, your soul's gonna burn in the lake of fire

 Can I play with madness?
 The prophet stared at his crystal ball
 Can I play with madness?
 There's no vision there at all

 Can I play with madness?
 The prophet looked and he laughed at me, he said
 Can I play with madness?
 He said: You're blind, too blind to see

 Can I play with madness?
 The prophet stared at his crystal ball
 Can I play with madness?
 There's no vision there at all

 Can I play with madness?
 The prophet looked and he laughed at me, he said
 Can I play with madness?
 He said: You're blind, too blind to see

 Can I play with madness?