The Method to Our Madness

(Bator/James) Friends-Fiends-Foes-Fakers Tonight you're gonna meet your maker I bled for you an eternity Show me your love wont'cha die for me? Making love like video nasty I am the kiss of death I love the pleasure and I love the pain I am the kiss

I'm the picture of health I'm called the evil one We start a new religion Now the fun's begun Got the sex-beat from the Thunder T's Got voodo from our stars We got a deadly weapon We call it Bri's guitar Chorus There's a method to my madness It's som

I Never Believed (Bator/James) I searched through all my possessions You were no longer one of them Cried out your name in both and fear But only silence would answer me I never believed it coudl happen Sometimes heaven helps the wicked Controls the

You got the passion of an empty mansion Don't feel no fire when the blood runs cold There ain't no hurtin' like two hearts uncertain Ya' can't feel hot when the blood runs cold When a love's gambe and turns to shambles Can't mend the pieces when you