He lost the vigour of his youth and the fair red of his cheeks
He cannot see
Just let me breath or cease to be
I'm so fucking sick of living in between
Life like a bone was emptied of its marrow inside
And my slander had been calibrated by young and fertile minds
Study the greats, learn the world, tell the truth and confide -
I lied
Lost in those mundanities
In that every-day minutia
I just gave myself to heartache
To the ubiquitous confusion
Infamita, my anathema
I tore out that fucking catheter
I'll plunge fingers between stitches
No kitschy backhand pitches
I know one must make himself ugly
To expose the ugliness he sees
Torn, I know my innermost torture is yours
But I've learned, now I've grown
A fool dressed in silk, is a fool just the same
But is a fool yesterday, no less a fool today?
We can change
Dear friends, we're one and the same
Dear friends, we're one and the same
Vagrancy brushed off his bloom in the first sap of spring
Hear the indian summer sing
He lost the vigour of his youth and the fair red of his cheeks
Hear the indian summer sing
Vagrancy brushed off his bloom in the first sap of his spring He lost the vigour of his youth and the fair red of his cheeks He cannot see Just let me breath or cease to be I'm so fucking sick of living in between Life like a bone was emptied of its marrow inside And my slander had been calibrated by young and fertile minds Study the greats, learn the world, tell the truth and confide - I lied Lost in those mundanities In that every-day minutia I just gave myself to heartache To the ubiquitous confusion Infamita, my anathema I tore out that fucking catheter I'll plunge fingers between stitches No kitschy backhand pitches I know one must make himself ugly To expose the ugliness he sees Torn, I know my innermost torture is yours But I've learned, now I've grown A fool dressed in silk, is a fool just the same But is a fool yesterday, no less a fool today? We can change Dear friends, we're one and the same Dear friends, we're one and the same Vagrancy brushed off his bloom in the first sap of spring Hear the indian summer sing He lost the vigour of his youth and the fair red of his cheeks Hear the indian summer sing Explain Request ×
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