of Montreal - Spiteful Intervention lyrics
[of Montreal - Spiteful Intervention lyrics]
It's fucking sad that we need
A tragedy to occur
To gain a fresh perspective in our lives
Nothing happens for a reason
There's no point even pretending you know the
Sad truth as well as I
Oh god, the morning light
Sun rays bring my paranoia
I can't function unless I'm
The only one awake
Rancor of our last conversation that
Forbidden word you deform to
Handicap me then abuse your advantage
I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals
Because your eyes are an agent of darkness
There's nothing to fight
It's just a bit of fait accompli
I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution
Lately I'm rotted in the filth of
Self offered agonies that really should
Fill me with shame
But all I have is this manic energy
I lost my page in being the black
Stamped disciple in your heart collage
Just want to celebrate me
Need to suffer more face our puerility
Converts officiate divides new stratagems to
Disembowel our quotidien characters
I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution
I know I'm upside down about you
Your kindness feels like blasphemy
Or some sick
Education on the limit's of humanity
So I profane the laws
Of some Victorian garbage
And listen to you smashing up my studio again
I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution
Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol
That really should fill me with guilt
But all I have is asthmatic energy
A tragedy to occur
To gain a fresh perspective in our lives
Nothing happens for a reason
There's no point even pretending you know the
Sad truth as well as I
Oh god, the morning light
Sun rays bring my paranoia
I can't function unless I'm
The only one awake
Rancor of our last conversation that
Forbidden word you deform to
Handicap me then abuse your advantage
I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals
Because your eyes are an agent of darkness
There's nothing to fight
It's just a bit of fait accompli
I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution
Lately I'm rotted in the filth of
Self offered agonies that really should
Fill me with shame
But all I have is this manic energy
I lost my page in being the black
Stamped disciple in your heart collage
Just want to celebrate me
Need to suffer more face our puerility
Converts officiate divides new stratagems to
Disembowel our quotidien characters
I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution
I know I'm upside down about you
Your kindness feels like blasphemy
Or some sick
Education on the limit's of humanity
So I profane the laws
Of some Victorian garbage
And listen to you smashing up my studio again
I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution
Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol
That really should fill me with guilt
But all I have is asthmatic energy