Make a spade
King of hearts
I was made
From spare parts
I was born
Into arms
How they'd scorn
My lack of charms
Mad
Can't you see that I am mad
What a blessing to be mad
Now I thrive
On solitude
Dead alive
Altitude
Proximity
Frightens me
All I see
Is devilry
Mad
Can't you see that I am mad
What a blessing to be mad