​of Montreal - Forecast Fascist Future lyrics

The language of the frost lobs
Dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase
Waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament's portrait
Of a drowning
In Styx that gives impotents kicks

Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from
The printed page

Masking vapor trails from Mercury for
A killer on Umbria who crippled birch mares
Now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean
Would it make a difference?
Look, metal flower-petal tears do not even
Appear in the myopic mirror

Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from
The printed page

The moon was sagging in the sky as
I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so
Clear beyond the myopic mirror
We were darting from the place
Where we just couldn't fit
Far away from all the violence
Safely flying in our own orbit

Why do I always have to tell you
- forget about the prescient signs
Forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we
Love, may we grow so gentle, never go mental

May we never go, go mental
May we always stay, stay gentle
May we never go, go mental
May we always stay, stay gentle
May we never go, go mental
May we always stay, stay gentle
May we never go, go mental
May we always stay, stay gentle gentle
Gentle

Boredom murders the heart of our age
While sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from
The printed page
What was my number? What was
My number? I don't care!