Mea Cupla

(앨범: Indian Summer - 2015)

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 slender had been calibrated by young and fertile minds
Study the greats, learn the world, tell the truth and confide I lied
Lost in those mundanes
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 figures 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, vagrancy brushed off his bloom, in the firsed sap of spring, hear the Indian summer sing