Manic - Walking Grim (Self Produced)

[Verse One]
I think the problem begins with me - always wanted a victory
but I feel like I'm losing more of myself and what I've wished to be
everyday that I'm creating more history
I might be pissing away the chance that you'll be listening

feel so dedicated - It's shit - a headache - aimed at the risk
but they bet I'm faking the symptoms - yet I'm waking up sick
I get this blade at my wrist - when I estimate that a slit
if I bled would wake an abyss that I've kept contained in the pit

of my stomach - and I have to stomach that daily
no amount of running can change what I've become and I hate me
feel so numb and I've lately - been overcome by the weight see -
I'm not crying wolf - but still try and pull me under the daisies

and lazily - I float through twenty-four hours
I hear a drip-drop - and I'm expecting plenty more showers
there goes that tick - tock - not much time to sail and find my bliss
before I become the creature jailed behind my ribs

[Hook]
Who can keep their demons at rest -
'cause I feel like I have their claw marks weaved in my chest
I can feel them squeezing my neck
screaming for release and keeping thoughts of death seized in my head

Who can keep their monster within
'cause I can feel the grip with it rocking my ribs -
and everyone has got one - ain't no way of dodging' it
but I don't want it obvious that I've got it right where I locked it in - I'm a walking Grim

[Verse Two]
Now I'm on the fast track - those around me get the last laugh
I miss childhood dreams I'd crawl through glass to have back
one day I'm skipping over the cracks - lunch bag in my back pack
next day I'm heating that spoon in a room - like a lab rat

but I'm past that - if you light up - you can pass that shit
I'm not half bad - never lack passion - but I'm half plastic
especially when I get into on my of my moods - What I'mma do?
you'd think I'd have a solution for one of the hundreds of issues I'm running into

But nobody gets a clean slate
we all have scars - but I think that most have so many less than me - wait
that's probably just my point of view
I'll join you for a joint or brew - enjoy the few joys we deploy our coins into

I'm dying - might as well be trying poison too
hang with the boys and crew through all the drama that they hoist me through
stay true in lieu of choices - I can't fail or try to quit
or I'll be eaten by the monster jailed behind my ribs

[Hook]
Who can keep their demons at rest -
'cause I feel like I have their claw marks weaved in my chest
I can feel them squeezing my neck
screaming for release and keeping thoughts of death seized in my head

Who can keep their monster within
'cause I can feel the grip with it rocking my ribs -
and everyone has got one - ain't no way of dodging' it
but I don't want it obvious that I've got it right where I locked it in - I'm a walking Grim

[Outro]
I'm a walking grim - grim ripped at the skin -
No wonder I'm Manic - I'm mannequin - man of sin - hand into the wind
soap box - I'm not standing rambling -
but my words will break this page with the force that use to jam them in

course I'm used to mouthing off - I might take this mouth right off
and scream into your ears till they bleed and you hear no sound at all
Sound the call - I can't cage this animal
I'm a man evolving - this anvil on me and all