Manic Man

Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea But I've been too busy stranded on the land of make believe I've been living with disease and these silly little things That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene No lover I could hold Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul And this fickle, crippling scheme I'd simply hope for the best every moment i recede Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan Like it's routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble It sparkles and gleams Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap To harp on the themes of this darkness Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed Every past job I had lost Had an impact In fact, to bear away the bell 'till I was shell shocked Until I just felt like I was Pavlov's dog Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job It's too late for me, take from me All I've ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath And shit, I even crashed Off a bean, it's no surprise my life's got zigs and zags There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress Despite the fact that I've been feeling trapped L-L-Layers I'm peeling back Displays a revealing path I've been speeding past with a sleeping bag P-P=Pick up Trying to find a sign, there's only hiccups In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up Pieces of the puzzle 'till I fill up The void, I've been inclined to this enigma 'till the jigs up I'm too hopeful till I'm hopeless I indulge to cope within the world In a sense, I'm a poet With the proponents of spoken word Slowly divulge this repulsive formula Hold it up my cornea Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras I'm warning ya that I'm still warming up At my boiling point and I still don't feel warm enough Here's some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss And the more I sought a pure resolve I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws Stall till the curtains draw Fallen It don't make a difference if you give in, I've been calling Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I'm ballin' Bound to fame, about the game I'm killing till I'm crawlin' Count the ways I'll pounce and fade These feelings till I'm all in Boundless faith may balance days I'll dribble to my coffin Scribbling these rhythms 'till my vision is appalling Sprawling, Prone to no belonging It's too late for me, take from me All I've ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath And shit, I even crashed Off a bean, it's no surprise if I die any second by design P-P-Pick up Trying to find a sign, there's only hiccups In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up Pieces of the puzzle 'till I fill up The void I've been inclined to this enigma 'till the motherfuckin' jigs up P-P-Pick up Trying to find a sign, there's only hiccups In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up Pieces of the puzzle 'till I fill up The void I've been inclined to this enigma 'till the motherfuckin' jigs up L-L-Live up To the fucking standards that they give ya Spit up Another fucking tantrum 'till I give up B-B-Big ups To the fucking manic man Only feel the panic when I'm standing face to face with the camera man