Manic - Desecrator

Panic, pathetic, internal dialogue

Dramatic, pragmatic, lack of control

Swimming in emotion so thick I cannot breathe

Fight against the current, drowning endlessly

Make it through another day, make it look alright

Hanging on with bony fists, white knuckles, hold on tight

Darkness rises, fear takes control

Manic depression, my head is a prison

Total fixation with isolation

Massive regression, my head is a prison

Unclean obsession, my annihilation

Pills, prescriptions, doctors, chemists, phychs

Notes in session, are you feeling alright?

Their words, degrees, they don’t understand

What I’m going through, the madness that I am

No end, no cure, no release, must endure

Walk it off, talk it out, chin up son it’ll be alright

It won’t be alright

Manic depression, my head is a prison

Total fixation with isolation

Massive regression, my head is a prison

Unclean obsession, my annihilation

There’s a cancer growing inside my soul

Fighting me to take control

Eating from the inside out

Taking form through fear and doubt

Manic depression