Magazine - Holy Dotage lyrics

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