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.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
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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