MANIC MAN Lyrics

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