madman.Asweaty- toothedmadman. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare thatpounds my brain. His hands reach out and chokeme.And 3 all thetimehe s s mumbling.Mumbling, "Truth.Truthislike ablanket that always leaves your feetcoldYou push it, stretchit, it'll neverbe enough.You kick at it, beat it, it'll nevercoveranyofus.Fromthemoment we enter crying to themoment weleave dying, it will just cover your faceas youand cru and scr eam.