The flower of your madmannmay start to grownin your heartnnIt's been in you not confidentnbut in the naked citynI spot it in the darknnWhore memories have taken nthe vaccinations from your boxnFrom pockets of no stoppage,nthe madness of the factories,nthe spacing of the rocksnnI need my defiancenYour prayer, come on sing it to menThe tower of your madnessnWhy, it makes me diennMany style is bluesnEverything is what we may losenYour innocence is palenStanding to my hammer and nailnnSo drive, not drivenJust nail it, not paying too mindnThe time, not timesnNo ceiling, no walls or deadlinesnTo find, not findnI'm failing to keep you insidenBut I'm getting much betternI'm getting much better