Madhouse from No Excuse by Nick Pike feat. Lorena Dale

Welcome to the madhouse, a magical dreamland.
You’re welcome to all you see, Your wish is our command.
The lights are low and the musics’ loud,
Your body feels the flow and you minds’ unwound, It’s full to bursting with the underhand but here is where the wild ones stand...

Proud (Proud!)
To hold the line,
To stand fast
With me and mine, so we shout, Loud (Loud!)
(because) we call this home,
So let them come
And they can die, die alone.

If you’re crazed and you’re deranged, delusional or disturbed,
You’re welcome to share a drink with agents of the absurd.
If you’re bored of the picturesque and you fancy a taste of the grotesque, Then come on down, with the socially unsound.
Your complicity in our eccentricity will send you wild,
As your senses are defiled.
You may think us crass and a touch surrealist but if you like our tone, We'll fight like the devil’s own.

We’ll make you proud (Proud!)
To hold the line
Proud to stand fast
With me and mine, so we shout,
Loud (Loud!)
(because) we call this home,
So let them come
And they can die, die alone.

Welcome to the madhouse, A magical dreamland.
You’re welcome to all you see but please don’t misunderstand.
We’ve been pushed, we’ve been pulled, we’ve been rejected by love, Our lives have been challenged by those who dwell above.
So please, join us if you’re lost
and you’ll see, how we’re:

Proud (Proud)
To Hold The Line
To Stand fast with me and mine So We Shout: Loud
So let them come, and they can die, die alone.

• Classical
• Sleep
• neo-classical
• neo-classical piano
• piano
• study
• London