Ashbury Heights - Mad текст песни

Make a spade
King of hearts
I was made
From spare parts

I was born
Into arms
How they'd scorn
My lack of charms

Mad
Can't you see that I am mad
What a blessing to be mad

Now I thrive
On solitude
Dead alive
Altitude

Proximity
Frightens me
All I see
Is devilry

Mad
Can't you see that I am mad
What a blessing to be mad