chaos arpeggiating - Of Montreal
Mountain City yellows They're not on the grounds they're in the wall This loneliness is so distracting I'm barely missing you at all Will I survive the Easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation? No I can feel the sabers now in my Illusionary casket Now your charming little virus Is getting all your attention As I drag my chair up to the window To absorb some solar lashings It's your saint's name day tomorrow But last year's paper wasps, they are not living anymore Why should I be scorned like some catalyst For famines when it's me who's been exiled in apartments? Oh, must I always be Chaos arpeggiating? Mountain City yellows I see them glitching through the floor The minotaur of self-abuse can't pick himself up anymore Your last violent freak out was a eulogy to us Oh, I was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fits And now I'm sparring with the no-one The void, the vacuum of conscience As I mine the rust of my celebrity With snarls and mock laughter I have the sense that you're wanting me to chase you But what's the point? We can't be together without starting a row Why should I be scorned like some catalyst For famines when it's me who's been exiled in apartments? Oh, must I always be Chaos arpeggiating? Why should I be scorned like some catalyst For famines when it's me who's been exiled in apartments? Oh, must I always be Chaos arpeggiating? Chaos arpeggiating
Artist: Of Montreal
Title: chaos arpeggiating