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Hellions – Mea Culpa lyrics
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
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
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