(I can hear them, they’re calling to me) The singing of demons A freedom less understood Sanity’s mad man Scarred but not broken Losing himself in the cyclone No one survives this world
Broke but not beaten Wounded but still alive Lost and not looking We may be better off dead
A toast to the mad man, raise your glass high A toast to the mad man, the man about to die
Condemned to live and to die, like the falling of the tide To breathe in my last breath, with the coming of the sun Completing the circle, completing the mad man’s lie
Broke but not beaten Wounded but still alive Lost and not looking We may be better off dead
A toast to the mad man, raise your glass high A toast to the mad man, living his lie A toast to the mad man, raise your glass high A toast to the mad man, the man about to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.