I've jammed two pens
Up my nostrils and then
I've put on
My head, my drawers

I've decided nothing matters
My grip has shattered
Tell my C.O. I've gone nanners
Don't let on it's not real madness
It looks like I've gone
My mind has gone, looks just like madness
My mind has gone
It's simply lost, it's not real madness

Act the clown
Babble my lips up and down
Prove I'm "mad"
And then sit back

Anybody would go nanners
Amongst this sadness
I won't catch a bullet, damn it
Hope they won't catch on, faux madness
It's a basic plot
You standard plot, it's not real madness
Won't have this botched
Don't get this botched, must look like madness
This war can rot
Whole thing can rot, could cause real madness
Take more, can not
Simply can not, hence the faux madness

I can't let them spot
C.O. can't spot it's not real madness
This can't go wrong
Can not go wrong, must pull off "madness"
Proof can't look off
Slightest bit off from proper madness
My fingers crossed
They won't catch on it's not real madness