Up. Down. Smile. Frown.
This is a lesson
On- manic depression
You may be in college, yet you still lack knowledge
This is a game. You and I are not the same
There is the speculator and there is the modulator
We operate on the same field. I am simply a player
My position. The conveyer
With out articulation, there is only speculation
When im manic, I feel botanic, fuck it, I’ll swim the atlantic
Im like the titantic, I feel gigantic.
When im manic, I feel like god, I am certainly not flawed
I will travel abroad, and the people, they will applaud
Then the devil begins to revel and I dishevel
My heart starts racing, my thoughts start pacing, the dealers start lacing
It culminates with devilish hypnosis, leaving me in a state of psychosis
The psychiatrists run god’s acre, and they happily use the act of mr. baker
I wish it could be reversed, but I am already submersed
After the ward, I call to the lord, I asked to be restored
But, the devil raises his sword, moving me toward
Depression, remember it’s up to his discretion
Now, it’s full steam ahead, I am quite literally glued to the bed
I am alive, but I wish I were dead.
I write my farewell, I am ready for hell
Time is moving like a gazelle, but I foretell, that soon me and the devil will dispel
Depression, you will quell, and the devil, will expel
I feel an insurgency to earnestly escape absurdity
The devil will fall, he has lost this brawl
At first I will crawl, but then I will drive away like a uhaul
I hope you listen, because this has been a slow transition
This is an obstacle, but it is possible
With sobriety, medication, and healthy nutrition
You will escape, perdition.