I?m reckless So reckless God save me from this madness So cut me off throw me out God save me, save me from this madness Please forgive me when I turn out the lights Watch this haunted day turn into a wasted night Cause I?m a reckless, I?m a reckless god

Don't you worry baby I'm like Detroit, I'm crazy Detroit, I'm crazy I'm like Funkadelic said it best I think you know the rest Time don't stand a chance against this motor madness Find me in the suburbs and The shadow of decay Rolling rings of rubber and

Inside this dying world I can only imagine that wrath is being held out So there will be time for us to be redeemed But surely wrath is not being held out So that we may redeem ourselves For I've seen the madness Of those who died trying But is regret

I really don't want much for Christmas You could lose hate and I'd be blissful Make all the madness disappear That's it for what I wish No diamond-studded gifts I really don't want much this year but love Maybe just peace and while you're listening It

Hail Mary our divine Littered souls across a great divide In our obsession thou cast pearls before the swine In madness we shall reign Broke vows and broken rosaries Lie in this state Of perdition Never to awake

I got the keys to Heaven now Baes all around and they got my mind spinning Blow that smoke and let me love that fire I don't need no memories They be smokin' now I'm floating higher So good, so good for me This madness so good for me This madness so good

Over and over again This is madness, madness And you know that this is madness, madness And you know that this is never-changing, it's always in this way Conceal the madness, madness History repeats itself Over and over again and again Why should we

Liberate, my madness Liberate, my madness (one of me, all of you) Your garbage in is garbage out So soft, you forgot You don't give a shit I won't play the fit Get off, get on this I just want to

I'm glad I found you Giving me love I'm glad I found In the madness of this world When my heart don't seem to work Its you I turn to It get hard it get hard out there Put your arms put your arms right here, oh You don't have to say a word

Found your picture in an old coat And the ghost stirred deep inside. All this time and I still feel the cold From the madness in my pride. Don't know why you ended it that way I would've thought that you would tell Me to my face Color me blue on blu