Why you so why you so why you so artificial?

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I've become manic, yeah, I’m wired wrong
My Heartbeat pulses like a ticking bomb
Running high on a burning rope
Don’t know who I am (Don’t know how to cope)
Don’t know who I am

She left her name in the bathroom stall
Hair dyed red like a siren call
Gone postal, no return to sender
Just a spiral carved like my mind in a blender
She chased light through electric haze
Felt alive in a stranger’s gaze
Too young to fade, too numb to feel
One hand on the wheel
One hand on the steel

I've become manic, yeah, I’m wired wrong
My Heartbeat pulses like a ticking bomb
Running high on a burning rope
Don’t know who I am (Don’t know how to cope)
Don’t know who I am 

Quiet voice.
Still mind.
Steady pace.
Lost time.
Slight burn in the chest, tight breath in the lungs,
Thoughts split like a fork, got a devil in a tongue,
One path looping, one winding, one runs —
Now I’m walking on wires while my brainbox thumps.

Can’t sleep, can’t blink, can't fix this mess,
Got a code in my throat no off switch in the pitch,
I twitch like a livewire frayed at the end,
While the voices all argue and none of them mend.

I’m speaking in spirals that fracture the frame of the meaning I meant when I started this thread,
With a sentence that stretches like chewing on metal, I meddle in metaphors born from the dead.
Every breath that I take is a break in the loop, and the truth gets warped when the rhyme’s too dense,
I’m a spark in the circuit, a sermon on fire, with a line so wired it collapses the fence.
I’m venom in verse, spinning sermons in cursive, a current that surges through circuits ungrounded,
Where logic’s a myth and the syllables slip through a mouth moving faster than thoughts unbounded.
I'm not speaking — I’m spilling, I'm seething, I'm spinning — expanding each bar like a pulse on a screen,
And the meaning gets lost in the stretch of the sound, but the madness is sharp and the edges are clean.

Don’t know how to cope
Don’t know who I am 

I've become manic, yeah, I’m wired wrong
My heartbeat pulses like a ticking bomb
Running high on a burning rope
Don’t know who I am
Don’t know how to cope

I've become manic, yeah, I’m wired wrong
My Heartbeat pulses like a ticking bomb
Running high on a burning rope
Don’t know who I am (Don’t know how to cope)
Don’t know, losing hope

Don't know how to cope…

MANIC

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