Mea Culpa Songtext
von Hellions
Mea Culpa Songtext
Make green tree brush off its bloom
In the first half of its spring
He lost the vigour of his youth
And the fair red of his cheeks
He cannot see
Just let me breathe
Or cease to be
I′m so fucking sick of living in between
Life like a bone was emptied of its marrow inside
And like slender ivy collaborated by young and fertile minds
Studied the greats, learned the wealth, held the truth and could fly
I lie
Lost in the mundanities and everyday minutiae
I just give myself to wanting to ubiquitous confusion
Inferno my anathema, tore out the fucking catheter
I'm for slinging spits between stitches
Go get you back your bitches
I know what must make him self-ugly
To expose the ugliness he sees
Taught an almighty enough, I′ll staunch overture
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
Make green tree brush off its bloom
In the first half of its spring
Hear the Indian summer sing
Hear the Indian summer sing
He lost the vigour of his youth
And the fair red of his cheeks
Hear the Indian summer sing
Hear the Indian summer sing
In the first half of its spring
He lost the vigour of his youth
And the fair red of his cheeks
He cannot see
Just let me breathe
Or cease to be
I′m so fucking sick of living in between
Life like a bone was emptied of its marrow inside
And like slender ivy collaborated by young and fertile minds
Studied the greats, learned the wealth, held the truth and could fly
I lie
Lost in the mundanities and everyday minutiae
I just give myself to wanting to ubiquitous confusion
Inferno my anathema, tore out the fucking catheter
I'm for slinging spits between stitches
Go get you back your bitches
I know what must make him self-ugly
To expose the ugliness he sees
Taught an almighty enough, I′ll staunch overture
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
Make green tree brush off its bloom
In the first half of its spring
Hear the Indian summer sing
Hear the Indian summer sing
He lost the vigour of his youth
And the fair red of his cheeks
Hear the Indian summer sing
Hear the Indian summer sing
Writer(s): Shane Edwards, Anthony Lawson Caruso, Matthew Jeffery Gravolin, Andre Jacques Faivre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

