Manic

 

 

Sitting, waiting, wishing, for the clock to tick-tock

 

 

Flip tick flop tock hit the ground running, stop

 

 

Putting gop up in my ears cause I don’t wanna pop

 

 

From all that tick-tock hip hop, I can’t take another drop

 

 

 

 

 

Falling, sprawling, calling you

 

 

Down on the floor, god damn I’m feeling used

 

 

Driftin to the ceiling caterwauling to the blues

 

 

Praying to tick-tock to give me something I can lose

 

 

 

 

 

Little white lines lighting up my fuse

 

 

Killing off the hours lookin for something new to abuse

 

 

Such a pretty smile in a dimly lit padded room

 

 

What a perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon

 

 

 

 

 

A switch is flipped inside of me; I’m not the same again

 

 

Like when Dr. Jekyll drinks the potion, a monster takes over
the man

 

 

Wreaking havoc and chaos across this country land

 

Only the tick tock of the clock can change me
back again