Ideation Congregation

Homebound for the homeless shelter
My helter skelter has run its course
Hang me underneath the family banner
Leave me up to form again on the floor

Is life fucking me or am I the malignant cell?
The calloused shit with pursed lips to detective specials?
The recluse burning bridges for that smokey smell
Abuser of nerve agents for a story to sell

When will this end?
As a belly-bloated transient with yellowed skin
Violent seizures on an acreage of cardboard
The underpass lights keep me warm

As I die
All alone
They'll never find me at all

As I die
All alone
It'll be all my fault

Ideation congregation
My passive fascination
My cowardice of the limelight

Preconditioned recondition
My tasteful exhibition
Has gone over the line, right?

Indifferent commitment
Impassioned detachment
What I envisioned

Predicament deficient
Sufficient permission
Drowns in the undercurrent

Renowned for hateful textures
My fortune teller has become torn
Put my throat to sword
Cause no more profit can be brought forth

Is strife running me? Am I really such a bore?
My hair thins, eyes sink in, everyone thinks so
The fool burning churches because he hates the ringing bell
Now made vessel for malevolent I'll be property of in hell

When will I mend
All the broken seems of relationships
Not torment with a dimly lit torch
I had stolen out from my father's drawer

When I die
All alone
All my problems will be solved

When I die
All alone
Maybe then I will be absolved

Ideation congregation
My passive fascination
My cowardice of the limelight

Preconditioned recondition
My tasteful exhibition
Has gone over the line, right?

Indifferent commitment
Impassioned detachment
What I envisioned

Predicament deficient
Sufficient permission
Drowns in the undercurrent



Credits
Writer(s): Samual Glass
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