Mad? Please...

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insanity tastes like liquor... or so they tell me in the night

but others say it just tastes like the last bitter kiss of a lover scorned

and there is something to it... I felt that before

just a lot of madness after that last drop of bitter water

mixed with swollen lips and a guilty conscience

Does this drive you crazy?

The nagging words in your head

or the smoldering ideas that run under that hammering skull?

That dirty mind of yours... I thought you had it cured?

I thought so too, but then I started to enjoy all the dark places that it took me

Try some pills... my imagination takes me further

Ever tried reality? over and over again, got me into a lot of trouble

the law doesn’t agree on my current state... but makes no difference

because the doctors stamped the yellow papers... the pink pills taste bitter too

the burning water does me more good

What did you ask before? What is insanity to me?

insanity is the madness in my eyes

perfectly reflected in yours, when you ask me

all

those

questions

Pass me the glass, love... I will fill it up for you, you look thirsty.

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