Two of the dead I saw in my head
Witness of crimes historical times
You drew the lines that taught us the signs
Lines are erased future is faced
The wind can't sweep away ...
Welcome... to the Madhouse...
Here ghost wail and moan
Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit)
Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech N9ne)
You have enterd the Mad House
Just called to let you know
I've got to let go
Couldn't stand back and watch this
You went behind my back
Threw us off track
And then that's when I lost it