of Montreal - Nightsift lyrics
[of Montreal - Nightsift lyrics]
Burn out ideas, repetition is key to madness
Abduction four puffs makes me a cartoon
An expressionlessistic surveilled artist
Okay there's no human pain in my voice
It's something else's
What if she's just a conversation
I am having with myself?
Put me on a pedestal, I'm wasted
You can be so creative with refuse
Only fame can make someone a has-been
She sleeps with her fans
'cause they are faceless
Oh, knowing someone's name makes
It feel sleazy
Being seen is actual self-mutilation
Son of cemetery shopping wives only titter at
Rare mouth cuisine of single fake eye
The triplets of migraines
Bathe in menstruation
Pools, towels stay white wow it's magic
Sword play gives girls periods, I'm joking
The anti-form pervert bites his pillow
His stomach orgasms in black plasma
'Cause the stalker knows no nuance
Put me on a pedestal, I'm wasted
We can be so creative with refuse
Only fame can make someone a failure
She sleeps with her fans
'cause they are echoes
Refractions of raw sketches of pleasure
Being seen is actual self-mutilation
Now he bites his weapon
To do self-care publicly
It's suction time being the
Fuck of the funeral
Compete for my love, be so dumb be so sweet
She's my only exalted one
Christina
Abduction four puffs makes me a cartoon
An expressionlessistic surveilled artist
Okay there's no human pain in my voice
It's something else's
What if she's just a conversation
I am having with myself?
Put me on a pedestal, I'm wasted
You can be so creative with refuse
Only fame can make someone a has-been
She sleeps with her fans
'cause they are faceless
Oh, knowing someone's name makes
It feel sleazy
Being seen is actual self-mutilation
Son of cemetery shopping wives only titter at
Rare mouth cuisine of single fake eye
The triplets of migraines
Bathe in menstruation
Pools, towels stay white wow it's magic
Sword play gives girls periods, I'm joking
The anti-form pervert bites his pillow
His stomach orgasms in black plasma
'Cause the stalker knows no nuance
Put me on a pedestal, I'm wasted
We can be so creative with refuse
Only fame can make someone a failure
She sleeps with her fans
'cause they are echoes
Refractions of raw sketches of pleasure
Being seen is actual self-mutilation
Now he bites his weapon
To do self-care publicly
It's suction time being the
Fuck of the funeral
Compete for my love, be so dumb be so sweet
She's my only exalted one
Christina