Literature
Envenomed
We’re all mad here, mad not angry
It’s all burning on its way, way down
We see a world built on gangrene
It’s too late, we’re all gonna drown
Venom’s burning in your veins
Showing visions I can’t explain
Venom’s burning in our veins
It’s the truth we can’t contain
Truth it finds its way, least that’s what they say
‘Cause it doesn’t mind, mind our little pains
Truth it finds its way, least that’s what they say
Now that its venom is burning in our veins
Now I see you strip down, mad and hungry
Have I ever seen you drown?
We’re all mad here, mad not angry
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