The fuse is set and checked once more

Then left beside a back street door

And in the cold grey light

Someone sees a shadow run through the night and out of sight

They hide inside a smoke filled room

To hear at last the blast of doom

And so the deed is done

They listen to the final countdown begun, three, two, one



Madness, it's a kind of madness

That turns good men bad

And we're helpless caught up in the madness

Of a world gone mad



The roar of fire rings out on high

And flames light up the black night sky

A child screams out in fear

A hopeless cry for help but no one is near enough to hear



As walls collapse and timbers flare

The smell of death hangs in the air

When help at last arrives

They try to fight the flame but nothing survives of all those lives



And it's madness, every time a victim dies

There is madness, burning in a blind man's eyes

And it's madness, hidden in the hate and pain

There is madness, burning in a wild man's brain

And it's madness, every time the bullets start

There is madness, burning in a poor man's heart



And it's madness, something that we can't control

There is madness, burning in a madman's soul

Madness