Samples Madmen
They were born without a name winning every crooked game a different face a different smile in single order, single file I sit here and watch the hands of the clock and wonder where is time going. Pulling the strings of God answering yes to a nod the madmen have all gone insane pushing the buttons of nerveless pain. They used to gas people in a poisonous way on the trains to nowhere. The president's men are on TV I love how they wave to you and me. If Jesus could tell the men from the snakes they would all be serpents. They sit here and watch the hands of the clock and wonder where is time going
