You are sailing away 
On a lake of madness 
On a wave of sadness

You prefer the taste 
Of single malt sadness 
dirty shot of madness

You slowly float subconsciously
You don't even care what it does to me
I used to be your gladness

You are heading 
For a storm of illness 
hurricane of sickness

You've made your choice 
long time ago 
Without giving me the right to vote

You slowly float subconsciously
You don't even care what it does to me
I used to be your gladness

Even love doesn't seem to work
As a [bad word] against [bad word] 
I used to be your gladness
Now you are my sadness
I used to be your gladness
Now you are my sadness
Will it all end in madness