of Montreal - Chaos Arpeggiating lyrics
[of Montreal - Chaos Arpeggiating lyrics]
Mountain City yellows they're not on the
Grounds they're in the walls
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 (ohhh)
I was truly touched that you still
Cared enough to throw psychotic fit's
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 chaos arpeggiating me
Grounds they're in the walls
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 (ohhh)
I was truly touched that you still
Cared enough to throw psychotic fit's
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 chaos arpeggiating me