And there’s been no time
To feel what’s on your mind

 

A madder sense of loneliness 
A madder sense of loss
A madder sense of emptiness
A madder sense of love

 

Don’t we always see
The forest through the trees

 

A madder sense of loneliness 
A madder sense of loss
A madder sense of lustfullness
A madder sense of love

 

To kill a man because
He doesn’t understand
To kill a man it does
Not cleanse your bloody hands

 

And they’re all afraid
To see what they have made

 

A madder sense of loneliness 
A madder sense of loss
A madder sense of truthfulness 
A madder sense of love

 

To kill a man because
He doesn’t understand
To kill a man it does
Not cleanse your bloody hands
Cleanse your bloody hands
It’s a madder sense of love