Manic depression

To be a victor

Manic depression
They break your bones
Crush your head with stones
They dance on your grave
You are their slave
They tear out your eyes
Feed you with lies
They piss on your brain
Drive you insane

The world so real
And you must feel
This is not the end
Of your life
And you know why
You cannot die
With godly might
You will win

You don't wanna learn anything new
Already know more than you want to
You don't wanna learn anything new
Liked things better when you didn't
Understand them
We got them off the ground-
Now we can't land them

The cunning eyes
Laughting and lies
Erase this fase
From memory
Stay where you are
Do what you do
Run to be strong
To be a victor.

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