of Montreal - Widowsucking lyrics
[of Montreal - Widowsucking lyrics]
Only the worst of us, are ever happy
I do one but he can't commit
And it's not that cool
To be one more away in your stable
I'm wicked 'cause I have not peaked
Your ugliest mind serves diseases
An addiction
I sent you doves
They returned in shocks of charcoal
Their song was sulfuric peals of anemic echo
Made me proud that my treble
Was thin and plenty deformed
A mean gnat cursed to call my own dead
Mantis of a widowsucking
Effusion of paranoid evasions in
How did the day turn?
Sick, we harvested invectives
Against old friends despite another hassle
The germs in frenetic clips
Why are we still hanging around
Feeding on estrous blues
If it wasn't so lame, I would
Give to you my true love
The knot on the hex of the 7-0-6
Rosy crucifixion