With every question I ask
I'm falling
I can hear them voices are calling
From far away
I hear you whispering
Dear, won't you please
Please come near
Go mad, go mad, go mad
I'm going slightly mad
I dream about torturing
Demons calling
Ring-ring-ring
But as I wake
The only real blood I see is on my steak
What does it mean, am I crazy or insane?
Who could understand my pain
Do you think I'm crazy
What can I do
Do you think I'm crazy
I do too.