of Montreal - Apollyon Of Blue Room lyrics
[of Montreal - Apollyon Of Blue Room lyrics]
On a drunk with dark globe and doom
Invocations of somebody’s dope demon brother
The opiate drone of her gaze
The anodyne days the cracked
Bas-relief of Hellenic summer
The cabalic kilo i know
That she’s only trying
To score and not very human anymore
The loom has gone lame, the pattern’s insane
The agents have wigged out
The pulse is corrupt, La Chota’s a blank
No function
We seven of the Aegean sleep
Deprivation experiment stumbling around
Monastiraki Square crawling to her
In my undress
My heart is a mess, the ruins depress
The shrill of our withering depths
The din is intense
I sense that she’s finally turned the lock
But i just want my Anatolian Rock
I’ve been through so many deaths that
I don’t know which name
To answer to, fidelity breeds madness
I trashed the heights, the peak
And now I’m on my own
No violence on the telephone
You’re a child of neglect but
You turned out ok
The way my psyche rioted I was just as shot
Your new lover like a hearse
Our Iliad of failure
I recoil at the sound
The milking of vipers onto the barren dirt
And just steps from the orchard
Lurking beneath the Hyades
The Satans of vicious yayo societies
I can’t get no rest, my dreams are corrosive
Nightmares scalp
Empires too, my thoughts are voltaic
I’m such a downer, huh?
And now i’m on my own
No violence on the telephone
You’re a child of neglect but
You turned out ok
The way my psyche rioted i was just as shot
You’re new lover like a hearse
Our Iliad of failure
Invocations of somebody’s dope demon brother
The opiate drone of her gaze
The anodyne days the cracked
Bas-relief of Hellenic summer
The cabalic kilo i know
That she’s only trying
To score and not very human anymore
The loom has gone lame, the pattern’s insane
The agents have wigged out
The pulse is corrupt, La Chota’s a blank
No function
We seven of the Aegean sleep
Deprivation experiment stumbling around
Monastiraki Square crawling to her
In my undress
My heart is a mess, the ruins depress
The shrill of our withering depths
The din is intense
I sense that she’s finally turned the lock
But i just want my Anatolian Rock
I’ve been through so many deaths that
I don’t know which name
To answer to, fidelity breeds madness
I trashed the heights, the peak
And now I’m on my own
No violence on the telephone
You’re a child of neglect but
You turned out ok
The way my psyche rioted I was just as shot
Your new lover like a hearse
Our Iliad of failure
I recoil at the sound
The milking of vipers onto the barren dirt
And just steps from the orchard
Lurking beneath the Hyades
The Satans of vicious yayo societies
I can’t get no rest, my dreams are corrosive
Nightmares scalp
Empires too, my thoughts are voltaic
I’m such a downer, huh?
And now i’m on my own
No violence on the telephone
You’re a child of neglect but
You turned out ok
The way my psyche rioted i was just as shot
You’re new lover like a hearse
Our Iliad of failure