Manic Decompression

Seized up, beaten down
It's what your born into
Existence buries you - spitting teeth
The fighters instinct in the face of attack
Guttural intuition keeps the knife out of your back

Manic decompression
Will you fight or die?
Psychotic disposition
Flip that switch
Or you won't get out alive

Rabid dog, back to the wall
Rabid dog, beckoning the call
I've got a notion you'll survive
Don't seize up - let it ride
Otherwise your new home
Is a shallow grave of your very own

Manic decompression
Violence never pays
Live by the sword die by the sword
Got one foot in the grave
Shallow grave