text: The fuse is set and checked once more
  Then left beside a back street door
  And in the cold gray 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, its a kind of madness
  That turns good men bad
  And were 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 its madness, every time a victim dies
  There is madness, burning in a blind mans eyes
  And its madness, hidden in the hate and pain
  There is madness, burning in a wild mans brain
  And its madness, every time the bullets start
  There is madness, burning in a poor mans heart
  And its madness, something that we cant control
  There is madness, burning in a madmans soul, madness