Madness knocks at the door but who is there to answer dazed and laying consciously waiting as I lay listening to the floor, the four walls echo loud till the house starts to shake and my body aches and I can not move till the madness finally takes me
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Madness
Madness knocks at the door but who is there to answer dazed and laying consciously waiting as I lay listening to the floor, the four walls echo loud till the house starts to shake and my body aches and I can not move till the madness finally takes me