Habitual Mania Video (MV)

I cross the highway with both my eyes closed
Many times I done felt like I'm over with
I cannot waste more time doing shit, I would rather die out cold
The anxiety feels like a lump inside my throat
Everyday I hope I fall and never get up again

I'm trembling
Wake at every second
I just cannot sleep
Blood shot eyes, insomniac
Need to rest, my euphoria is broken
Welcome to a hyponmanic episode
Feel like I'm wasting my time
Working while I'm sleep deprived
I don't care 'bout my own life
I've reached a state of deflection
All I feel to do is hide
Everything outside is hell
I try leaving it at that
But it's cold outside so how about I
Pull a blanket over my head and just close my eyes
And maybe go some where else but not in real life
Look outside the window something hovers
Covers my blank space
Clouds up my mental and it messes up my whole day
I try to cover any trace
My line been erased
Light me up with gasoline and burn every last bit of my remains