Video Your Condition de Abandoncy 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abandoncy - Your Condition Lyrics

Foghorn - non-place; erasure
Lost yourself a mile back
Mumbling blue at the lectern
Wondering who's still yet infected
Carrion hues desperately unread
Resign your health to retain:

Your ruse, your rouge
Mannequin lye bluff
Holding you hostage for a muse

I'm no Icarus
I'm your Dionysus
I'm your June Miller
I'm your hairshirt carcass

Forget your starving
Look to the skies, ain't nothing coming
But you're hearing hissing in the wind
You're reading tarot palms to make amends;
And I want to forget, all of this ressentiment
But the sovereigns lay dead in the street
Hear they're bloated from eating concrete

And I'm your condition. I'm the cold hammer
I'm the mountain curve - forcing life into your dead words
And I'll build a dwelling. I won't ask for confession
I'll be this self-alienation - the self-same houses we all die in