Of Montreal Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit
What I recall, remember best is insanity
And the clatter
Misapprehensions are killing you
But not fast enough to really matter
Chorus:
The flume of your struggle it's flooded with sorrow
And it poisons everybody near it
I'm not a patron of yours anymore, I don't want to hear it
The sirens of your toxic spirit
Of your addictions and shiftiness
Inherited from your father
I know you struggle to keep them in check
But at this point why even bother
Chorus
What friendships you have left
They're not derived from love
They're just some warped form of charity
I've wounded you and you've wounded you too
At least we can feel good about the parity
Chorus
