Song: Madness
Artist: Rationale aka James Crawford
Album: Metaphysiks
Year: 2003

(verse one)
(Numb)
I shake the warm hand of insanity day to day/
As my loose grip with reality fades away/
I strayed away in my room with the door shut tight/
Kept the curtains closed, avoiding sunlight/
Some might think so much solitude is unhealthy/
But it's alright, least that's what the voice in my head tells me/
(Disbelief)
And these days, shit, can you blame me?/
Take a look around, you think I'm the one who's crazy?/
I just think crazy, occasionally take action/
I wasn't that bitch stickin a gun in a kid's face laughin/
Testin AIDS on homos wasn't my decision/
Though some people have no business livin, but that's a given/
(Desperate)
Sometimes I wanna give in, I feel like I can't hack it/
The world's going to hell in a fuckin hand basket/
I surf the net reading over conspiracy theories no one's hearda yet/ 
it's made me a nervous wreck/
No wonder why I'm so anti-social and withdrawn/
Reminiscing on earlier times and trying to stay calm/
I was so happy back then, now life sucks like a hoover/
Yellin at my computer like "I'm not a fuckin loser!/

(chorus)
This is madness, this is madness, this madness/ 
this madness, this is madness, this is madness, this is madness

(verse two)
(Desperate)
I try not to show myself in public, I get nothin but laughter/
Cause my eyes are bloodshot and skin's as white as casper/
And feel like everybody's watchin me/
Women won't talk to me, they take off like "I think he's stalkin me!"/
And call the police, I'm sorry, I just need a friend/
Leavin messages on their doorstep like "Hey, it's me again"/
(Rage)
But fuck them anyway, who needs a slut to hug and kiss?/
Lie to your face and give the treatment to some other dick/
Fuckin bitch, oh I'm insecure, that's why I don't trust you?/
No, anybody, I mean, anybody can fuck you!/
I count on no one, that's the life I chose/
I'm alone but smart enough not to leave my pride exposed/
(Desperate)
I shower constantly, I'm a hypochondriac/
And feelin this lump on my sack's made me an insomniac/
I wanna believe the doctor, but I think he's lying/
Vascular seal or cancer, either way I think I'm dying/
I take it as a warning sign, as I lay in bed staring at the morning sky/
Realize I was born to die/
When you haven't slept in days moments seem like forever/
Stressin out, overreacting, increasing blood pressure/
Hours of trying to sleep, each time I lay down and/
All I hear is the sound of my fuckin heart poundin/
I wanna stop it, I need the rest I'm in rough shape/
Someone get me some valium a plastic bag and the duct tape