Magnus Bane
Grand Warlock of Brooklyn
The voices swimming
Telling me to do harsh things
Yet, people still ask
'Why, why, why did you kill the cat'
I always answer
'It's the voices, they make me'
Then they call me mad
'Why, why, why did you burn the lawn'
The question's still come
I give them the same answers
They say i'm insane
'Why, why, why did you break his arm'
Sometimes, I wonder
When I feel not in control
Maybe they are right
'Why, why, why did you kill Jeff'
Madness can't be tagged
Derangement can't be described
It just is, really
'Why, why, why did you burn the apartment'
The Questions don't bother
There's a fine line between the
Random and the mad
...And I've crossed it...
Telling me to do harsh things
Yet, people still ask
'Why, why, why did you kill the cat'
I always answer
'It's the voices, they make me'
Then they call me mad
'Why, why, why did you burn the lawn'
The question's still come
I give them the same answers
They say i'm insane
'Why, why, why did you break his arm'
Sometimes, I wonder
When I feel not in control
Maybe they are right
'Why, why, why did you kill Jeff'
Madness can't be tagged
Derangement can't be described
It just is, really
'Why, why, why did you burn the apartment'
The Questions don't bother
There's a fine line between the
Random and the mad
...And I've crossed it...