| Murder right before your eyes |
| A mad man, such a mad man, coming for you |
| A mad man, such a mad man, coming for you |
| Down one by one, murder right before your eyes |
| Killed one at a time, He would rather let them die |
| Was it worth all the misery caused upon his own command? |
| He drew the knife, they hadn’t the time, time before they joined the damned |
| Show them what’s inside, show them how they died |
| Show them he’s not worth your own demise |
| He’s a mad man, such a mad man |
| He never listened well |
| He and his kind belong in hell |
| When you’re alone, I’m reaching out to let you know that you’re |
| Far from strangers, like the saviour |
| Light through danger, show them the truth inside |
| (The mad man, such a mad man) |
| Take off the veil, show how he stooped so low |
| How we came to know he’s less then favoured to become the failure |
| Meet thy maker, and trap his corpse real tight |
| (The mad man) |
| There’s no more space for the mad man |
| (There's no more space for the mad man) |
| A mad man, such a mad man, coming for you |
| A mad man, such a mad man, coming for you |
| Best left undone, but alas he came from sand |
| Sands burying blood, washed away by our own band |
| He’d rather us behold this harsh and twisted vagabond he made from iron clad |
| But iron rusts, fate became but dust and we died along with all we had |
| Show him he’s no more, show his blackened core |
| Show him you’re no longer being denied |
| He’s a mad man, such a mad man |
| He never listened well |
| He and his kind belong in hell |
| When you’re alone, I’m reaching out to let you know that you’re |
| Far from strangers, like the saviour |
| Light through danger, show them the truth inside |
| (The mad man, such a mad man) |
| Take off the veil, show how he stooped so low |
| How we came to know he’s less then favoured, to become the failure |
| Meet thy maker, and trap his corpse real tight |
| (The mad man) |
| There’s no more space for the mad man |
| (There's no more space for the mad man) |
| Kill him, bleed him out |
| Make him feel, feel how blood runs down |
| Cut his lungs, let 'em drown |
| Make him kneel, kneel before your ground |
| Kill him, bleed him out |
| Make him feel, feel how blood runs down |
| Cut his lungs, let 'em drown |
| Make him kneel, kneel before your ground |
| Deprive his oxygen, taint him like a coroner |
| 'Cause there’s nobody here |
| So mark down on your calendar when he dies |
| When you’re alone, I’m reaching out to let you know that you’re |
| Far from strangers, like the saviour |
| Light through danger, show them the truth inside |
| (The mad man, such a mad man) |
| Take off the veil, show how he stooped so low |
| How we came to know he’s less then favoured, to become the failure |
| Meet thy maker, and trap his corpse real tight |
| (The mad man) |
| There’s no more space for the mad man |
| (Kill him, bleed him out) |
| (Make him feel, feel how blood runs down) |
| Deprive his oxygen, further and further he falls |
| He’s gone on homeward bound, bound to rust and blood |