Darla Farmer - The Strangler Fig lyrics

The bright ideal illusion Is spoiled by the dull And narrow conclusion The cost of time to toast the sublime Has become a game and Apparently it's been feeding the shame I pace myself But i run out of breath The shame is wealth My pockets overflow The factories Are manufacturing My social d**h Two pack of cigarettes My face is shown It's time for my escape The shame has grown It's colors paint landscapes Contemplating The flaws of my escape Gratifying My expanding clarity Ad hominem Attack the man I could face the mirror But I couldn't blame it either