patch

The daphne‘s berries have turned red
I try putting in my considerable mood
I didn‘t come here because I wanted to be born
So, I‘m thinking, I‘ll probably die, even if I don‘t want to

Pretending to have reached enlightenment
I try living like that, nothing wrong with that
Strick lines are always drawn in the world of man
So, if I go head on, I get hurt all over

Guess I‘ll jus go as I lick-lick my wounds
I‘ll turn the goblin into venegar and eat him

Patch, patch with something red
Like a maraschino cherry
And frozen cranberry

Chut, chut with someone hot
Like an equalitarian
And yam-yougurtrian

Fad, fad with something cool
Like a hidden luminary
And will-o-the-wisp too

Buying time with makeshift means
Distract yourself while you wait for flowers