| The Method | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Reading the pages of life Trying to figure out What makes me wrong or right I'm told there's a reason A motive and a mystery For October acts out of season Chorus: There must be a method to my madness It always seems I'll just relapse There's cracks in me, broken fractures What...is the method to my madness? I'm face-down in the snow Where you raped me And stripped me in the cold I'm told there's an explanation Why some of us are shallow And some go mad in contemplation Chorus: There must be a method to my madness It always seems I'll just relapse There's cracks in me, broken fractures What...is the method to my madness? Is it madness in me, or just confusion? I'm good at playing the method of illusion... Chorus: There must be a method to my madness It always seems I'll just relapse There's cracks in me, broken fractures What...is the method to my madness? |
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