Manic State Conniption
No sound, all around me
Head strong, bones are empty
White eyes, coke head angry
I've got, paranoia baby
Hungry for more, begging at the devil's door
Head pounds, brain is rotting
Head bangs, smoke surrounding
I walk through fire raging, in a manic state conniption
Sidewalk, children screaming
Bad moon, mothers bleeding
Weep not, world is teasing
Out cold, no ones leasing
Please lord, nothings pleasing
Anger walks, head is rearing
I'm shooting high, hoping I don't die
More dead, pigs are feasting
No goal, got no meaning
My senses dissipating, through my manic state conniption
Day of the damned till kingdom Come
So many words which won't be Sung
Out of the chair, holding hands with the gun
I won't stop until our voice has Rung
In fear, I can't release me
I'm here, but no one hears me
Blank stare, deadpan glaring
I'm here, my mind is missing
Caught in the rain, spilled blood is All the same
Red Tint, Sights Around Me
Lost Gaze, Lights Impounding
My Mind's Unresponsive, Through my Manic State Conniption
Day of the damned till kingdom Come
So many words which won't be Sung
Out of the chair, holding hands with the gun
I won't stop until our voice has Rung
Head strong, bones are empty
White eyes, coke head angry
I've got, paranoia baby
Hungry for more, begging at the devil's door
Head pounds, brain is rotting
Head bangs, smoke surrounding
I walk through fire raging, in a manic state conniption
Sidewalk, children screaming
Bad moon, mothers bleeding
Weep not, world is teasing
Out cold, no ones leasing
Please lord, nothings pleasing
Anger walks, head is rearing
I'm shooting high, hoping I don't die
More dead, pigs are feasting
No goal, got no meaning
My senses dissipating, through my manic state conniption
Day of the damned till kingdom Come
So many words which won't be Sung
Out of the chair, holding hands with the gun
I won't stop until our voice has Rung
In fear, I can't release me
I'm here, but no one hears me
Blank stare, deadpan glaring
I'm here, my mind is missing
Caught in the rain, spilled blood is All the same
Red Tint, Sights Around Me
Lost Gaze, Lights Impounding
My Mind's Unresponsive, Through my Manic State Conniption
Day of the damned till kingdom Come
So many words which won't be Sung
Out of the chair, holding hands with the gun
I won't stop until our voice has Rung
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Bubbico
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