(Dave Hill-Mal Spooner)
|
Somewhere inside a raging storm
|
Is waiting to be free
|
The balance hangs on one slim thread
|
A twisted nerve could blow it
|
All around the heat is on
|
Confusion. Confusion
|
A finger hitches on a trigger
|
Another mark of the gun
|
It's a sign of a madman
|
Losing his control
|
It's a sign of a madman
|
Losing everything
|
An insane act where genius reigned
|
The traitor came to light
|
He swore you were the chosen one
|
Who'd come to take his place
|
Now it seems you're showing signs
|
Of stress. Distress
|
The sentence passed upon yourself
|
There's no way out of here
|
It's a sign of a madman
|
Losing his control
|
It's a sign of a madman
|
Losing everything
|
How does it feel to be alone in there
|
How does it feel to be alone in there
|
Nothing is real now you're alone in there
|
Nothing is real now you're alone in there
|
You're all alone in a crowded room
|
Surrounded by your fate
|
In the grip of all your plans
|
You didn't even know it
|
Now the shadows hide the one
|
Who lies in wait
|
Looking for a place in history
|
How many more like you?
|
It's a sign of a madman
|
Losing his control
|
It's a sign of a madman
|
Losing everything
|
It's a sign of a madman
|
Losing his control
|
It's a sign of a madman
|
Losing everything
|
|
-----------------
|
Sign Of A Madman
|
Demon |