Dedication to Vindication
I'm second now to none
Infatuation, purification
Burning books of love
No, only mirrors cut.
Now, only mirrors come.
Oh, Book-Man, you're in a whirl
On and on, forever girl
Oh, Book-Man, they're in a whirl
On and on, forever world
Through syndication, illiteration
Is pushing past portents
You see their patients upsetting nations
A hexagon of love
I see your colours in the city when your days come home
I see indifference and pity when you take control
