Holy Dotage - Magazine

The inessentials of my soul

Like flies I dropped them

Oh, I let them go

Because nothing would’ve stopped them

In my holy dotage

More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever

In my holy dotage

More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever

I slowly absorb the news

But I absorb it wrong

And instead of getting weaker

Yes I just got strong

They say history never really repeats itself

But it nearly always rhymes

Fresh from the narrative of the universe

Here they come — crisp new designs

Dim, diminished seventh of myself

My fat mouth is slobbering on

The inessentials of my soul

I’ve reduced them to one

In my holy dotage

More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever

In my holy dotage

More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever

Fresh from the narrative of the universe

Here they come — crisp new designs

In my holy dotage

More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever

In my holy dotage

More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever

In my holy dotage

More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever