of Montreal - Bassem Sabry lyrics
[of Montreal - Bassem Sabry lyrics]
They killed our electric guitars
And, if not for the good people weeping
All we'd hear is the sounds
Of our horses dying
But, I'm not 'bout to start crying about it
It must be fairly normal
To devolve into cycloptic brooding
As the genocidal massacres erupt
Over some perceived sedition
Insecurities of men messing
Everything up again
(All us charmed proteins feral
In the gales only)
I've never followed no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cult voltage
Crucifixion is my conduit
I just watched my hero fail
Now I'm in a dark and violent funk
Every leader is a cellophane punk
If you hear me say "yeah!" (yeah)
"yeah!" (yeah) "yeah!" (yeah) "yeah!" (yeah)
There must be a softer vision
That you could kick to
In this aureate gloom, I assume
Both sides are embarrassingly backwards
In their thinking
There ain't no one to side with
None I want to defend
(It's only the mute-minded surge
Of simian blood)
People disappear on the wrong
Side of this revolution when they resurface
There's a black hole in their skull
People disappear on the wrong
Side of this revolution
When they're returned
All their childhood memories are dead
I've never follow no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cult vulture
Crucifixion is my conduit
I've never follow no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cult voltage
Crucifixion is my conduit
Yeah!
I believe in witches i believe in you
I believe in witches
I believe in you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you
I believe in witches i believe in you
I believe in witches
I believe in you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you
And, if not for the good people weeping
All we'd hear is the sounds
Of our horses dying
But, I'm not 'bout to start crying about it
It must be fairly normal
To devolve into cycloptic brooding
As the genocidal massacres erupt
Over some perceived sedition
Insecurities of men messing
Everything up again
(All us charmed proteins feral
In the gales only)
I've never followed no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cult voltage
Crucifixion is my conduit
I just watched my hero fail
Now I'm in a dark and violent funk
Every leader is a cellophane punk
If you hear me say "yeah!" (yeah)
"yeah!" (yeah) "yeah!" (yeah) "yeah!" (yeah)
There must be a softer vision
That you could kick to
In this aureate gloom, I assume
Both sides are embarrassingly backwards
In their thinking
There ain't no one to side with
None I want to defend
(It's only the mute-minded surge
Of simian blood)
People disappear on the wrong
Side of this revolution when they resurface
There's a black hole in their skull
People disappear on the wrong
Side of this revolution
When they're returned
All their childhood memories are dead
I've never follow no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cult vulture
Crucifixion is my conduit
I've never follow no kind of master's voice
The mutinous tramp of cult voltage
Crucifixion is my conduit
Yeah!
I believe in witches i believe in you
I believe in witches
I believe in you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you
I believe in witches i believe in you
I believe in witches
I believe in you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you