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Method to the Madness

By Bruce Clifford

In the end my heart is really coming down
I can't pretend I really want to shout out loud
Cutting pieces of intense dreams
Desperate decisions can't conquer blind extremes
What does it mean
I know there's really no power in pain
Shooting from the hip will only drag you down and drive you insane

There's really no method to the madness
No joy in the pain and the sadness
You're the kind of person who likes to bring everyone down with you

There's really no point to this confusion
In the end it's only an illusion
Grow up fast or everyone you know will be done, done with you.

In the end my heart feels like flying
Souls divide and twist and collide
I can't defend the lies and the double standards
The power of persuasion can't ever be defined
Whenever we try
I know there's really no power in pain
Taking all that's left and leaving what remains

Method to the madness
Chaos and the sadness
Free to be a zombie Make your mind up just to be
Method to the countdown
Three dimensional show down
Drops of rain and moist thin air
Your attitude will never get you there Never get you there
Who say's life is not fair

There's really no point to this confusion
In the end it's only an illusion
Grow up fast or everyone you know will be done, done with you.

9/20/07 Bruce Clifford


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