Look at me, this is my method of madness
Working hard on the scenery, trying to do what you did to me.
I should know, I’ve been apart of the badness.
And it’s keeping me, like before, coming back, back for more.

Now I’m free, caught up in the world.
Poisoned by the way we used to be, we used to be.

High, high, high, high…

Look at me, you’ve seen my method of madness.
Coming back now to shake your tree, trying to do what you did to me.
I should know, but all I feel now is sadness.
God my insides so numb and sore, I won’t be back, back for more.

Now I’m free, caught up in the world.
Poisoned by the way we used to be, we used to be.

High, high, high, high…
Hayi Lomfana sondile bolamna…