Hermitage Songtext / Lyric

Sitting here resting my bones, fanning my affliction

Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in

But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked food?

And crying time, and quirks of mind.? x2

Chesnutt's chewing his nails, the Zen of self-mutilation

Forgetting all that life entails, sinking in a silly stagnation

But here at the hermitage I am privileged with solitude, and self-cooked food, and crying time, and quirks of mind



Caper, if you flaunt it then you want/got to stop in the Caper [?]






Thought you were my friend, but you are my foe

Took my trust and crushed it

[Simple me to?]

put my trust in you

ya busted my balls

thought you were my friend, but you are my foe

behind your pleasantly stupid act

lies, intentions cold and black

thought you were my friend, but you are my foe