Manic State Conniption

No sound, all around me Head strong, bones are empty White eyes, coke head angry I've got, paranoia baby Hungry for more, begging at the devil's door Head pounds, brain is rotting Head bangs, smoke surrounding I walk through fire raging, in a manic state conniption Sidewalk, children screaming Bad moon, mothers bleeding Weep not, world is teasing Out cold, no ones leasing Please lord, nothings pleasing Anger walks, head is rearing I'm shooting high, hoping I don't die More dead, pigs are feasting No goal, got no meaning My senses dissipating, through my manic state conniption Day of the damned till kingdom Come So many words which won't be Sung Out of the chair, holding hands with the gun I won't stop until our voice has Rung In fear, I can't release me I'm here, but no one hears me Blank stare, deadpan glaring I'm here, my mind is missing Caught in the rain, spilled blood is All the same Red Tint, Sights Around Me Lost Gaze, Lights Impounding My Mind's Unresponsive, Through my Manic State Conniption Day of the damned till kingdom Come So many words which won't be Sung Out of the chair, holding hands with the gun I won't stop until our voice has Rung