I'm as mad as a hatter
Or so I've been told,
For a hundred blabber,
In my head I hold..
"You're too passionate,
and you love too hard.."
Only 'cause a hundred mate,
Shares my heart..
...
A hundred scum in my head,
A hundred scum that drives me mad,
A hundred soul almost dead,
They make my skull a wonderland..
They chose depression for a bond,
They chose madness for a bulit,
and the evil thoughts that they hold,
would make satan feel some guilt.
A hundred scum with a hundred voice,
a hundred bastard making noise,
a hundred soul I understand,
All are living below my hat,
a hundred rebel, full of wrath,
a bloody hundred psychopath,
a hundred lie, and hundred proof,
a hundred scum that helps me move,
A hundred fool, they guide my way,
A hundred friend, they help me stay,
We're a hundred buddy, in solitude,
A hundred person, thus a hundred mood,
That's why I can't be.. understood..
