Madhouse de Little Mix

Everywhere I look
I'm shook
I got blood-shot eyes
I'm like a fugitive
Trying to climb the walls
But my hands are tied

Just one touch
And I'm infected by the sound
Crawling all over my skin
And the sky is falling down
I don't know what's happening
Beat's so sick

Coming from the madhouse
They won't take me back
Ain't got the medicine
To give me what I need
Yes I'm burning up
But music is my drug
Doesn't matter if I shout
Or if I scream
They're coming for me