Devils don't die,
they just fuel the heart's fire for more,
more.
Devils don't cry,
just wait until you want a bit more, more.
I don't want lies,
I want open skies,
I want doors,
doors.
Pressure keeps prying,
there's an open fire,
the core,
core.
Oh, hear the sound of the madhouse Jamaican.
Oh, hear the sound of the madhouse Jamaican.
That's us in disorder.
I'm on this thing, I'm on this side, yeah.
I'm on this thing, I'm on this side, yeah.
The way we get
by is to lie, lie,
lie a bit more,
more.
The way we get high is to get high on pride a bit more,
bit more.
No deep inside,
no room for the lies,
no need for walls.
Hunting for your dreams down the gulking streets,
we need more,
more.
Oh, hear the sound of the madhouse Jamaican.
Oh, hear the sound of the madhouse Jamaican.
That's us in disorder.
I'm on this thing, I'm on this side, yeah.
You make me love,
you make us in disorder.
I'm on this thing, I'm on this side, yeah.
I turn the blinds and you can see inside my head.
Madhouse Jamaican.
Oh, hear the sound of the madhouse Jamaican.
Break inside of me inside of me.
But what?
But what?
You gotta find that light shining in the hard times.
You gotta find that light shining in the hard times.
You gotta find that light shining in the hard times.
Oh, hear the sound of the madhouse Jamaican.
Oh, hear the sound of the madhouse Jamaican.
Break inside.
Inside of me.
Inside of me.
Inside of me.
Was blind back then,
but now I'm seeing that when I smile,
baby,
the world will see me He's got me hype baby