Chorus:

Mania
Twist and turn, contort me
Fucking mania
Can’t nudge me out, you force me

Verse:

Let me breathe
I think I’m crashing
Can’t hold up no more
With material distractions
Misplaced passion, red faced action
A web-laced past, a disgraced abstraction
My fucking face fractures, it blooms
An iridescent sheen beneath the cold, high moon
My features look distorted, I’ll be fine in the morning
Just don’t touch me before then, don’t touch me too soon
Don’t say the wrong thing, we can’t have that, can we?
Slightest pushback lеave me shatterеd, I’m a fucking antique
Even with the slightest schizm, all my prism turns against me
The color is obstructive, the rainbow fucking resents me
Was it cuz I tried to have some fun? Indulge a little bit?
Prop myself as greater, find a way to feel legitimate?
One second from downing this whole fucking phial of Riddilin

Chorus:

Mania
Twist and turn, contort me
Fucking mania
Can’t nudge me out, you force me