of Montreal - Obviousatonicnuncio lyrics
[of Montreal - Obviousatonicnuncio lyrics]
There's not really a name for what we are
Or how they devalued the flesh
Of our ugly prophet
Third Reich Christian right wild
Teens having fun nobody’s baby breath
Could you love me wrong, like just until
Somebody better comes along
She said she wants to be vacant
Is that detected
You’ve relapsed back to a losing way you’re
A lovely game everybody plays ya
How many moves should I erase?
Just the aborted centuries
(and the superstitious ones are the best)
The body is quick to forgive
Where the spirit's only vengeful
I've got such a hunger for the obvious
Lions head was the reporter’s mask
And desire is arachnidan
I will video your liberation from
The cycle of samsara
In my empire of negation there's no humbling
Nativity and I'm raving without one
Though I don’t breathe them
There woke me up strange dream like I
Want to be your pregnant wrestler
Up to celebrate your creepy black
Licorice servant's long milk tit's
Or seeping models on scaley
Moist pagers pages from
The Planned Parenthood cut
From eldery console
Robitussin kissed the brain and the
Gloves’ heart is changing
(Killer catholic boy wearing a black mask)
Traveling around with my head full
Of the worst shit
I've got such a hunger for the obvious
Quite unlike this demonic radiation
Of our fluids on public display
Lions head was the reporter’s mask
I’ve been calling it glove thing metastasis
There’s still so many deaths in us
It should really be a motivator
But there are volumes of women like verse
That simply must unhinge me first or
Forfeit the pregnancy
And that’s not happening
You are such a killer, wasted one
You are such a killer, million dollar hit
Or how they devalued the flesh
Of our ugly prophet
Third Reich Christian right wild
Teens having fun nobody’s baby breath
Could you love me wrong, like just until
Somebody better comes along
She said she wants to be vacant
Is that detected
You’ve relapsed back to a losing way you’re
A lovely game everybody plays ya
How many moves should I erase?
Just the aborted centuries
(and the superstitious ones are the best)
The body is quick to forgive
Where the spirit's only vengeful
I've got such a hunger for the obvious
Lions head was the reporter’s mask
And desire is arachnidan
I will video your liberation from
The cycle of samsara
In my empire of negation there's no humbling
Nativity and I'm raving without one
Though I don’t breathe them
There woke me up strange dream like I
Want to be your pregnant wrestler
Up to celebrate your creepy black
Licorice servant's long milk tit's
Or seeping models on scaley
Moist pagers pages from
The Planned Parenthood cut
From eldery console
Robitussin kissed the brain and the
Gloves’ heart is changing
(Killer catholic boy wearing a black mask)
Traveling around with my head full
Of the worst shit
I've got such a hunger for the obvious
Quite unlike this demonic radiation
Of our fluids on public display
Lions head was the reporter’s mask
I’ve been calling it glove thing metastasis
There’s still so many deaths in us
It should really be a motivator
But there are volumes of women like verse
That simply must unhinge me first or
Forfeit the pregnancy
And that’s not happening
You are such a killer, wasted one
You are such a killer, million dollar hit