Testi Manic Depression - Reverie

Manic Depression

My manic depression will teach you a lesson\nGuide you to stress & bless you with nothing more than feeling content that\nyou’re upset\n& if you ever thought that you were happy, laughing & smiling\nIn fact, your life is so fucken cast off & plastic, that it’s trash\n& everything that you believe in, I smash\nI love drugs & feeling dumb\nCan’t remember what i’ve done\nBut it’s what I didn’t do that keeps emotions nice & numb\n#1 lost the baby\n#2 he drives me crazy\n#3 I’m reverie, no one hates me as much as me\n& trust me, I’m the one you seek, I am the answer to your prayers\nI am grim & I love to reep\nCause collisions in your dreams\n& remember, babe, in life that nothing’s really as it seems\n& unfortunately, demons come forcing at me\nViles of acid, smiles are plastic\nBring the torches to me\nBurn down the forest with my chorus\nStraight forward so they ignore us\nAll the bitches & the biters staying wet but I’m on fire & wired\nSo you forget that I’m a rude, compulsive liar\nSo retire, cuz you’ll never get to figure me out\nBring the blunts, I got the kush, pick up the liquor & pound\nAnother round to the dome, this is depression’s depressing sound\nSo gather round & hate your life\nRemember that we live to die, no way to live this right\nJust ways to live this wrong, that’s why you feel this song\nThat’s why you drink until you’re drunk, pack up the kush in the bong\nSo motha fuckas, ather round & hate your life\nRemember that we live to die, no way to live this right\nJust ways to live this wrong, that’s why you feel this song\nThat’s why you drink until you’re drunk, pack up the kush in the bong\nSing along to the misery\nIt ain’t a mystery. i’ll hate myself until I die\nCuz you can’t change history