Youth vs Wisdom - Ithaca

The dust gets heavier

I’m digging for treasure

One foot in the grave is

Worth two in the nether

Cut the rose at the hilt

Bludgeon all that we built

Your time’s running out

And the birds fly the field

The birds fly the field

They’ll get you in the end

But I’m not here to make friends

I’m not here to make friends

Dead leaves are cut to make room

I’m not here to make friends

The weak survived by the few

I’m not here to make friends

Dead leaves are cut to make room

I’m not here to make friends

The weak survived by the few

I’m not here to make friends