Of the Madman

Yo, I’m a reflection of my darkest dreams, Shattered mirror shards, reality’s not what it seems. In this asylum, my mind’s a crazy maze, Thoughts like a hurricane, I’m lost in the haze. Spit venom on the beat, sharp as a guillotine, Rhyme schemes cut deep, like a surgeon’s unseen. I’m the monster in the mirror, the voice in my head, Fighting with demons, waking up in a cold sweat. Life’s a circus, and I’m the clown with the frown, Juggling my pain while the world’s spinning round. Every word’s a confession, each line a revelation, Trapped in my head, a mental incarceration. Chorus: Behind this mask, I’m a madman in disguise, Trying to keep it together while the madness multiplies. In the storm of my thoughts, I’m lost in the fray, In the shadows of my mind, I’m just trying to find my way. Verse 2: Running from shadows that are dancing in my mind, The ghosts of my past, leaving sanity behind. Manic intensity, every thought’s a blitz, In the wreckage of my psyche, I’m building with bricks. I’m the poet of chaos, the king of the pain, Scribbling my madness like blood on the page. The pain in my lyrics, it’s raw and it’s real, A twisted reflection of the scars that I conceal. No escape from the chaos, no sanctuary in sight, Battling with my demons in the dead of the night. I’m a verbal assassin, with a mind like a trap, Caught in the labyrinth of my own mental rap. Chorus: Behind this mask, I’m a madman in disguise, Trying to keep it together while the madness multiplies. In the storm of my thoughts, I’m lost in the fray, In the shadows of my mind, I’m just trying to find my way. Bridge: In the silence between lines, hear the echoes of strife, The war in my head’s a never-ending fight. I’m a paradox of rage, a tempest of doubt, Screaming for release, but I’m trapped in the bout. Every verse is a battle, every rhyme is a plea, Searching for salvation in the chaos inside me. But I wear my scars proudly, no shame in the fight, In the darkness of my mind, I’m searching for light. Outro: So I wear this mask, hiding the madness within, Crafting my verses from the chaos I’m in. In the labyrinth of my thoughts, I’m carving my name, A madman’s reflection in the mirror of fame. Lost in the storm, but I’ll never back down, In the heart of the struggle, I’m wearing my crown. In the echoes of my madness, in the shadows of the fight, I’ll keep spitting the truth, through the chaos and night.