Lyrics Of Montreal – Obviousatonicnuncio
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There’s not really a name for what we are
Or how they devalued the flesh of our ugly prophet
Third Reich Christian right why of teens having fun
Nobody’s baby breath I have
She said she wants to be vacant, is that detected?
You’ve relapsed back to a losing way, you’re a lovely game everybody plays her
How many moves should I erase? Just the aborted centuries and the superstitious ones are the best parts
The body is quick to forgive where the spirit’s only vengeful
I’ve got such a hunger for the obvious (like his head was some look low like mine)
And desire is arachnidian
I will video your liberation from the cycle of Samsara
In my empire of negation there’s no humbling nativity and I’m reading without one
Though I don’t breed them
Better rough me up stranger like I want to be a pregnant restaurant
Up to celebrate your creepy black servant’s long milk tits
Seeping models of skinny moist paters at the Planned Parenthood cut from elderly cunts
Where arobicus kiss the grain and the gloves is always changing
I am a Capricorn wearing a Bacchus
Traveling around with my head full of the worst shit
I’ve got such a hunger for the obvious (hunger for the obvious)
Quite unlike this demonic radiation
Of our ruins of public display (like his head was some look low like mine)
I’m calling it the catastasis
There’s still so many deaths it should really be a motivator
But there are Valiums of that simply must unhinge me first
Or forbid the pregnancy, and that’s not happening
You were such a killer, wasted one
You were such a killer
You were such a killer, wasted one
Album
Of Montreal – Of Montreal - Daughter Of Cloud
