Lost Connection With The Head

Showbread - 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 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!

Aye me, sad hours seem long!

Aye me, sad hours seem long!

And even longer when you're numb

And even longer when you're numb

And even longer when you're numb

Fading away and that's okay

Fading away and that's okay

Fading away and that's okay

Cause life has me under her thumb

Cause life has me under her thumb

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

Oh yeah, all right

Oh yeah, all right

I'm in a big fat cage and feeling free

I'm in a big fat cage and feeling free

That's okay , that's all right

That's okay , that's all right

Cause that's all that's left of me

Cause that's all that's left of me

Goodbye, goodnight

That's all that's left of me