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Of Montreal - Chaos Arpeggiating Lyrics

Mountain city yellows they're not
On the grounds they're in the wall
This loneliness is so distracting
I'm barely missing you at all

Will I survive the easter
In this sloughy womb of noxious isolation? no
I can feel the sabers
Now in my illusionary casket
Now your charming little virus
Is getting all your attention
As I drag my chair up to the window
To absorb some solar lashings

It's your saint's name day tomorrow
But last year's paper wasps
They are not living
Anymore

Why should I be scorned like
Some catalyst for famines
When it's me who's been
Exiled in apartments?
Oh must I always be chaos arpeggiating?

Mountain city yellows I see
Them glitching through the floor
The minotaur of self abuse
Can't pick himself up anymore

Your last violent freak out
Was a eulogy to us
I was truly touched that you still cared
Enough to throw psychotic fits

And now I'm sparring with the no one
The void, the vacuum of conscience
As I mine the rust of my celebrity
With snarls and mock laughter

I have the sense that you're wanting
Me to chase you
But what's the point?
We can't be together without starting a row