Wicked Man's Rest.

You can say I'm mad

You can say I'm crazy

But I'm only as bad as the maker who made me

Sittin' in the darkness

Lying in the church

Deaf man's silence

Tear drop falling

Memory recalling

Ghost in your dreams

In your secret recordings

Mad man's match

There's a lump in your throat

Be under your mattress

Hole in your coat

Singer with the sound down

Winter on the come down

Poets in the overcoat looking for a sun tan

On his birthday

Prisoner on his first date

Tired of the new wave

I rise to meet you

As your trust is always a shame

All this innocence has turned and lost its way

Retrace the footprints on the path in which I came

I'm the beast and your the beast in me.