[Intro]
I love you
Maybe that’s not true
Maybe I’m just on some kind of ruse
Used to being used myself I guess
Passing on abuse, through the cycle of violence (yeah)
And I know that's not a near enough good excuse (sure isn't)
I’m gutless, and I’m fragile (what?)
I maim with words so agile (okay)
And while you’re miles away I play with others girls and boys
I’m filled with endless dread (sure)
It’s time I think ahead
For both of us
And trust that I grow tired of the noise
Tired of the noise (oh you!)
Okay, okay, let's go (alright, okay)

[Verse]
I’m in no mood for playing games (Oh it's not so bad!)
Long gone I’m pining, not surprising
You’re the best I ever had!
Let’s not sit idly by and speculate on what made us great
Why’s the only time that I make music's when I’m sad!?
Ohhhh

[Verse]
Death, the horse
Life, the ride
Maybe we don't see eye to eye
Righteous cause to no applause
Cauterize with other guys
Maybe I'm brutally cosmic, caustic, and honest
Hissing through my teeth
Maybe you think that you’re a prophet
As you cry yourself to sleep!
We all have work to do
It’s worth the suffering (In all it's wondrous forms!)
Calling out your bluffs
As you compare your apples to your oranges
There's blood inside your veins
Nothing to gain from being coy
I fear death properly now that I’ve grown quite tired of the noise
[Chorus]
Manic, depressive, hysteric, selective
Often I’m aggressive and full of rage and doubt
I must be manic, depressive, hysteric, selective (I must be tired of the noise x2)
Often I'm aggressive and full of rage and doubt (I must be tired of the noise x2)
I must be-
I must be tired of the NOISE!

[Verse]
It’s not my choice I live like this
I don’t enjoy taking the piss right out of you
I’d be remiss to play with synonyms and innocence
A cure so soft and brittle since
The present tense is riddled in the lure of it's pursuits
Ohhhh
Web MD confirmed my paranoia trust me
Consummate my horrors with the rustling of the sheets
It must be monsters in my lineage like Phineas or Huxley
Dystopia, my comfort
My brain fell out of love with her
And plopped into my herbal tea
As I factor in the fakers
Give or take
It's vast and rapidly changing my craft
The way you shape your life so vast
Your actions still vapid
You’re no crusader
Cause my sister's hooked on tablets and my brother's hooked on vapor
[Chorus]
Manic, depressive, hysteric, selective
Often I’m aggressive and full of rage and doubt
I must be manic, depressive, hysteric, selective
Often I’m aggressive and full of rage and doubt
I must be!

[Verse]
Splitting hairs
Cutting teeth
Feel your void split
I’m out here running naked, backwards, through a field of dicks
Said I was an artist like Escher wanna draw this shit
Buried all my dead, won't step ahead, so you can't burn the witch
I must be tired of the noise
And all your references
Back where I began
Why the sudden risk of artifice?
And canned potential
Who the fuck gets sentimental?
Scars and scratches in our past
But don’t feel bad, it’s just a rental
You do your gymnastics mentally
I’m potent like the open seas
And just as temperamental!
But sailing in deep water's something everyone enjoys
[Chorus]
Manic, depressive, hysteric, selective (I must be tired of the noise)
Often I’m aggressive and full of rage and doubt
I must be manic, depressive, hysteric, selective
Often I’m aggressive and full of rage and doubt
I must be manic, depressive, hysteric, selective (I must be tired of the noise x2)
Often I'm aggressive and full of rage and doubt (I must be tired of the noise x2)
I must be manic, depressive, hysteric, selective (I must be tired of the noise x2)
Often I'm aggressive and full of rage and doubt (I must be tired of the noise x2)
I must be manic, depressive, hysteric, selective (I must be tired of the noise x2)

I MUST BE TIRED OF THE NOISE!