Manic

Glassy eye is my type Even if it's just tonight. It's chemical, it's in my skull Guiding me through the night, Through dark hallways And wasted days. When will this fade away? Bend over, lift my skirt— These motions loop eternally. The circle breaks and you escape, But can you say you're truly free From dark hallways And wasted days? When will this fade away? Your jaw is stiff, your eyes are milky You'll soon depart from this world surely. This kind exchange to make a change for you.