Madman! He squats on my shoulder with icy paws and poison claws. Paranoise, annoys, destroys his toys and tries to fix them. But his world is made of powder taken neatly with a straw, and though he knows he's getting weaker - he just takes it more and more. Sores are creeping on his skin, there's desperation in his eyes. Because he knows he'll never win - he lost it all. Surprise! Surprise! Madman's prize lays in the gutter where he'll mutter empty threats but I'll pass him on his blind side - try my hardest to forget.