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It's setting in The mania of the mind, Voices and visions Giving me good and bad signs. The Pupils enlarges My brain is in a twisted fit, The body is out of control You can't remember jack s**t. The voices are calling And it's so loud, Trying to manipulate me By pulling me out of the clouds. I don't want to go down To the sky I will fly, Raised by the Angels God will never let me die. Even though I have fallen The sins are taken away The voices and mania Try to talk and play. Leave me alone I know I have a gift, Because when I lay to rest My spirit will lift.
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
The Voices Of Mania
It's setting in The mania of the mind, Voices and visions Giving me good and bad signs. The Pupils enlarges My brain is in a twisted fit, The body is out of control You can't remember jack s**t. The voices are calling And it's so loud, Trying to manipulate me By pulling me out of the clouds. I don't want to go down To the sky I will fly, Raised by the Angels God will never let me die. Even though I have fallen The sins are taken away The voices and mania Try to talk and play. Leave me alone I know I have a gift, Because when I lay to rest My spirit will lift.
tommy-k
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
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