Showbread
Genre: Raw Rock
Oh Lord I'm sick of myself
I'd rather bury it than carry it
I'm desperate for help
And barely sentient means just being me
Follow suit the destitute my modus operandi
A face that's marked by pallor means you're wasting away
So get a tan and raise your hands and take to feeling okay
No one enjoys the party when they're stricken with anemia
And I'm a shallow sinking surface simply screaming septicemia
Peace of mind is hard to find
So I'm standing in line and feeling fine
Aye me, sad hours seem long!
And even longer when you're numb
Fading away and that's okay
Cause life has me under her thumb
I'm languorously open ended
And the endings no good
I've been told to break the mold and I would if I could
But apathy is easier than caring at all
And the undulating nothingness means having a ball
Incredibly impressive and bereft of concern
Lobotomized and optimized and then I'm ready to burn
And I'm at war within myself and self is winning the fight
Cause feeling like no one at all means feeling alright
Sense of purpose has got me feeling worthless
And I'm fading away, but that's okay
Aye me, sad hours seem long!
And even longer when you're numb
Fading away and that's okay
Cause life has me under her thumb
Oh yeah, all right
I'm in a big fat cage and feeling free
That's okay, that's all right
Cause that's all that's left of me
Oh Lord I'm sick of myself
I'd rather bury it than carry it
I'm desperate for help
And barely sentient means just being me
Follow suit the destitute my modus operandi
Aye me, sad hours seem long!
And even longer when you're numb
Fading away and that's okay
Cause life has me under her thumb
Oh yeah, all right
I'm in a big fat cage and feeling free
That's okay, that's all right
Cause that's all that's left of me
Goodbye, goodnight
That's all that's left of me
