The fuse is set and checked once more
Then left beside a back street door
And in the cold grey light
Someone sees a shadow run through the night and out of sight
They hide inside a smoke filled room
To hear at last the blast of doom
And so the deed is done
They listen to the final countdown begun, three, two, one
Madness, its a kind of madness
Tat turns good men bad
And were helpless caught up in the madness
Of a world gone mad
The roar of fire rings out on high
And flames light up the black night sky
A child screams out in fear
A hopeless cry for help but no one is near enough to hear
As walls collapse and timbers flare
The smell of death hangs in the air
When help at last arrives
They try to fight the flame but nothing survives of all those lives
And its madness, every time a victim dies
There is madness, burning in a blind mans eyes
And its madness, hidden in the hate and pain
There is madness, burning in a wild mans brain
And its madness, every time the bullets start
There is madness, burning in a poor mans heart
And its madness, something that we cant control
There is madness, burning in a madmans soul
Madness