Blistering Madness

I think we all feel a little mad sometimes. MAD mad though, not angry.

Blistering madness
Burning
World won't stop turning
Crawl right through my skin
Lying echoes heard within
Forlorn enemies from days of old
Dreams are bought
And refuse sold
Can you hear the clock
Ticking
Poisoned needle diseased
Pricking
Devastation leaving sores
Soldiers marching by the scores
Dying faster than they ride
Drowning
With the rising tide
Endness mad
Madness end
If I die will you?
Defend