Driven Mad

Stuck on a thought
that twists you inside out
now scream and shout
It's stuck inside you
and your dying
to get it out
But you can't
clear out all
of the fuzz
In fact, it is
growing deep
inside your
mind where
it dwindles
where it stays
where it drives
you mad, until
you can't take
it, and you
drive them
all away
from
you
While you
drive yourself
up a wall and
they take you
down the hall
In chains, in
shackels,
Insane.

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