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 f**ing 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 f**ing 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