Post Mania

(album: Mania / Post Mania - 2020)

Strung out those manias
I have run out of names to call, alone
The world keeps humming over my head
Leaving me at the feet
Of defined signs, let me in

I need some help
Well, no can't you tell, tell
I know my head gets mixed up beneath the concoctions of
Love and concern
But I come with my head in my hands
It's too much to feel on my own
Need a God
Need a light

Just sit back and take it as it comes
Day after day it overwrites
All that you have planned for your life
A passenger caught in a vice
Crying halleluiah
Stranded in a hotel room
No lifelines left to use
No bottles left to confide in
No personas left to choose
[?] you [?]

I've played them all, all
From the rise to the fall, fall

I know my heart gets backed up
In need doses of will and desire
But I come with my head in my hands
It's too much to feel on my own
Need a God
Need a light