My Invention Lyrics

Black silhouette of curious intent the wages of sin spent long ago

That brief vignette our mate Borodin sent makes my endorphin apropos

What will become of hazy conception beyond my perception once again

See how the sum of lazy exception impacts on reception even then

I hope to peak still I'm wading through treacle

Yet I won't dare speak ill at all

There is a room inside itself somewhere near

Here, clear sincere call

The focus shifts as I'm still grasping for time to save for bold new flavour

Then we'll crave more of my invention

Searching the ground, supplies still are meagre the pangs of fatigue are loud and strong

Yet I remain surprisingly eager to neither renege nor move along

Lost in the trees with no real direction a fallow complexion radiates

So simple to affect circumspection a perfect deflection machinates

Faith lends a leaf from a book of belief

Sometime before this grief comes to call

There sits somewhere within my reach a gold pen

But then again stall

The focus shifts as I'm left grasping for time to save for bold new flavour

Then we'll crave more of my invention

Wending past this derelict domain certain something can be found to fold myself into

More likely there'll be just one more ugly stain that lay upon sketches made before I bestrew

Last but still least remains the position the academician proudly takes

Locating stars to fashion a wish on a lowly position from mistakes

What is it that I'm actually chasing remarks self-effacing flood the room

One more attempt at prudent retracing the pace, color, spacing, and volume

I try to speak still I'm wading through treacle

But I know this tweak will still fall

Where is the room inside itself It is feared

Cleared disappeared wall!

The focus shifts as I'm left grasping for time to save for bold new flavour

Then we'll crave more of my invention

The focus shifts as I'm left grasping for time to save for bold new flavour

Then will crave more of my invention