Mea Cupla
(专辑: 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