There's method in the madness of music: "I know I'm on a losing streak"

And when are you going to listen?

Flesh is so easy to carve. And she doesn't deserve me. (Do you understand?)
I'm never coming down.


Madness has no meaning. (And yet 'tis filled with it).
I don't (didn't) want to come home. Nor did(do?) I want to leave.