Manic Depressive Suicide Note are "a couple of dorks" who make awful music, rap badly, sing terribly, and play instruments woefully. Let's Talk About It is their first, and probably last, rubbish release. Enjoy..... or more likely, don't.

Let's Talk About It E.P

Listen? (Intro)

Sociopathic Soliloquy, from the 'Let's Talk About It' EP....Manic Depressive Suicide Note are "a couple of dorks" who make awful music, rap badly, sing terribly, and play instruments woefully. Let's Talk About It is their first, and probably last, rubbish release. Enjoy..... or more likely, don't.

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LYRICS
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I open my eyes
I see the sun rise bright
my emotion is strung tight
but I need to get high
to feed the desires of these secrets I hide

inside and out I'm defined by doubt
who am I I can't find it out
where am I heading
I never know 
pessimistic missives for manic depressive souls,
left  wrestling hope

can I cope with this pressure that grows
like a slow burning coal that left us cold
am I loud enough? when these sounds erupt
in the town's of dust where the crowds are stuffed

And I'm down on my luck going round in a rut
blood on the ground from a thousand cuts

and I'm wishing for a way out
I just stay bound 
held down huddled under grey clouds

But I can't see the sun for the rain
And I'm gone like the colour on a stormy day
It's like I lost something special when I lost my way	

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I feel I need to escape
all this evil and hatred
that's lead us to fates
that our leaders debated

dreams are deflated
the aftertaste of heartbreak
leaves heartbeats wasted

so I waited  impatient my face in my hands
safe in this state of  frustration an angst
pacing the stations or crushed in the banks
thrust in the queue forever pushed to the back

I just cant take any more
staked to the floor  
poor, cant help but worry
 bare shelves no money 
airwaves are muddied
airways are bloodied
I hurried 'where' 

to get away from the same life
games televised 
played by soldiers  holding loaded dice
behold the planes that exploded twice
tell us lies, now we're terrorized 
forever cry!

Sociopathic Soliloquy

I'm Not Happy, from the 'Let's Talk About It' EP....Manic Depressive Suicide Note are "a couple of dorks" who make awful music, rap badly, sing terribly, and play instruments woefully. Let's Talk About It is their first, and probably last, rubbish release. Enjoy..... or more likely, don't.

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every comparison's false
garrisons assault
harridans harry the soul,
the planet revolts,
parasites damage the coasts,
ghosts the pallor of salt
gather in cults, sow panic and ravage the folk

give me heaven not the presence of heathens
when the remedy's the enemy, developing reasons
feeding jealousy greed and these negative feelings
seen in residents scheming, 
teeming tenements seething

with peasants alarmed
a menacing calm
we're measured by whether we're clever or charmed
forever disarmed
by treasures we guard
our bodies embalmed
like relics in medical jars,
now regard our delicate hearts…

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I penetrate the meadows in the open spaces,
fell into bed instead I float in stasis 
in a deadened state there's devastation, broken places
I meditate on hope whilst doped in cages 

fault my fates but then again I never change them,
false restraints men pretending we're not chained in
vote the same but I'm never really gaining
the level that I'm aiming the level of pavements

Softly softly
their men are gonna watch me
telling me there's many enemies
send them to stop me
Costly, costs me 
more than these pennies - cause we're not free 
Full stop.
Now stop that beat…..

I'm Not Happy

I Say... (Skit)

Objective: Terror! from the 'Let's Talk About It' EP....Manic Depressive Suicide Note are "a couple of dorks" who make awful music, rap badly, sing terribly, and play instruments woefully. Let's Talk About It is their first, and probably last, rubbish release. Enjoy..... or more likely, don't.

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they say the world's mundane,
without a girl and a gold chain,
pearls and cocaine,
I'm curled in a cold pain, 
so ashamed when I'm clothed plain
terror is the whole aim  
cursed from birth to old age,

laymen serve as vagrant serfs
on an aimless search to claim their purse
but gain no worth, 
ingrained in dirt
chained they lurch
with brains berserk
i'm not the same, I'm afraid i'm worse,

strange ways and quirks, displayed at work
so fade away disgraced and [hurt],
in these days where we're,
traded as slaves till we're laid in the earth
or we're made to disperse
cos the plagues have returned 

so rage in containment,
nameless, interned
for dangerous labours just paper is earned,
but a flame makes them burn
all these pages I've turned
are a fable, I'm jaded persuaded the world,
is amazing
(it's not amazing)
(it's not amazing)

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suspects cuffed together,
thrust their crust forever,
trust your gut, this sect is clever,
It's like objective: terror!
It's like objective: terror!

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everyday is the same for the relics of the stone age,
little better than apes
we venerate renegades, 
emulate their many traits 
generate hatred and loathing
faceless degenerates cloned

I'm bemoaning my epitaph,
left holding my chest to protect my heart,
sit saddened and alone in the palaces of Rome,
where the savages roam through the passages like ghosts in the dark

in the caverns of this mad world
souls gathered in droves
inanimate mannequins robed in a mans clothes
mechanical, programmed 
by habit to panic and grab hold
of this stamped gold

so brandish your valuables
wrist in a metal chain
branded like animals
stripped in your little cage
but listen I don't want to stay
trussed in these manacles
that rust in the bitter rain
(It's raining)
(It's raining)