Lethe Has Flowed On
Dominique Cyprès
Here’s a secret:
An impostor
Has crept into my skin
He’s a sly one
He’ll have such fun
He’ll bamboozle friends and kin
And I
Am not I
Anymore
For Lethe has flowed on
The autumn leaves are gone
And the blue skies halcyon
Freeze to gray
There’s a paintball
On the pavement
And it’s oozing phony blood
My reflection
In the mirror
Says I’m phony and a dud
And I
Am not I
Anymore
For Lethe has flowed on
The autumn leaves are gone
And the blue skies halcyon
Freeze to gray
An impostor
Has crept into my skin
He’s a sly one
He’ll have such fun
He’ll bamboozle friends and kin
And I
Am not I
Anymore
For Lethe has flowed on
The autumn leaves are gone
And the blue skies halcyon
Freeze to gray
There’s a paintball
On the pavement
And it’s oozing phony blood
My reflection
In the mirror
Says I’m phony and a dud
And I
Am not I
Anymore
For Lethe has flowed on
The autumn leaves are gone
And the blue skies halcyon
Freeze to gray