Manic Depression

Let's inject some cynicism.
Slash in a drop of mania.
Fluster me with your romance.
My new drug of choice is Zyklon B.
I'm puking at my reflection.
The same LP's on repeat.
Say the wrong thing pretty please.
I need an excuse to bash your fucking head in.
But today I'm feeling very happy.
Let's perform a fresh autopsy.
Or perhaps some bukkake.
we'll be bittersweet together.
Maybe today I'll go to heaven.
But i feel so much better in Hell.
I want to be remembered as a white outline.
Perhaps we can play a game of Russian Roulette.