Lost Connection With The Head

Oh Lord, I’m sick of myself I’d rather bury it than carry it I’m desperate for help And barely sentient means I’m 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 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 ending’s 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 At war within myself and self is winning the fight Because 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 I’m 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 Oh yeah, all right I’m in a big fat cage and feeling free Goodbye, goodnight That’s all that’s left of me