Lyrics MANIC MAN - 4ria

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