What Day Are We

Madness is flying inside my head Tearing my brain in little shreds What day are we? I wouldn't bet 9m2 with no one to lean on There's only walls on the horizon It's all white and red. I miss my blonde I built a studio off the cuff Wrote a couple songs that I need to buff But it leads nowhere, it's just a bluff 'Cause I've already fallen from the reef I'm just a lazy piece of beef I won't write no riff. I won't climbe the cliff Madness is flying inside my head Tearing my brain in little shreds What day are we? I wouldn't bet