slow kill

I am looking around this crowded room,

empty faces are all I see.

and i am looking into the blue,

gimme something deep that I can eat.

‘cause I got that certain kinda madness,

the kind that’s slowly killing me.

‘cause I got that certain kinda madness,

that woman’s got a hold on me.

oh, don’t stop messing my mind.

you torture my heart so well baby 

and it’s hot, the hell that I found.

I’m your slave but somehow free.

‘cause I got that certain kinda madness,

the kind that’s slowly killing me.

‘cause I got that certain kinda madness,

that woman’s got a hold on me.

‘cause I got that certain kinda madness -

madness -

that woman’s got a hold on

me.