Dying is an art (Madness Keeps Me Sane)

Hypermania, why should I care
I get a free high without the Es being there
Slowing down, I look around
The mirror crack'd with mascara looking like a clown
Depression, they say
But I have a way
Crying is an art
But it don't take you far
Because the real tufties
Have their sharpened keys
To the inner of their wrists
I feel like a split....
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Madness is the only thing
That keeps me sane these days
I often wonder happily round in my
Super manic haze,
But when the depression comes, (But when the depression comes)
I gotta go down
I wanna die
No cry, (No cry)
Help me, Give me a sign
Cause dying is an art

Voices in my head,
Do they ever sleep?
Whispering, Yelling
As I sit and weep,
Please tell me God,
I'm not the only one
My emotions like a see-saw
Up and down-down-down
Help me doctor,
Help me please
Take away the anger
Please set me free
I am f*cking sick
Of these f*cking people (Evil Evil Evil)
The beautiful ones (Evil Evil Evil)
Judged by only our steeples....
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Release me from my madness,
Let me roam free in the halls (of Satan)
Where I can run and scream
Polish and preem
This very dying art.....
Dying is an art......
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