Maniac Mind

Hate is flowing through my head, causing me to panic

Jumping high and kicking doors, making me more manic

I need space and oxigen, more than feel of safety

Smoking weed and drinking beer till I pass on concrete

Peace of mind is precious thing, granted just for sanes

I feel more like hypocrite, wrath is in my veins

Wrath and hatred concentrate fully in my blood

Maybe once I'll set me free, free of living doubt

I wanna live

I wanna die

I wanna live

I wanna fly

I wanna live

I wanna die

I wanna live

I wanna cry

I wanna live

I wanna die

I want to live

I wanna fly

I wanna live

I wanna die

I wanna live

I wanna cry

Oh baby cry

My baby cry

I wanna live

I wanna die

I wanna live

I wanna fly

I wanna live

I wanna die

I wanna live

I wanna cry

Oh baby cry

Oh baby cry

I wanna cry

Oh baby cry

Oh baby cry

Oh baby cry

I wanna cry

Oh baby cry

I wanna cry

Oh baby cry

My baby cry

I wanna cry