Of Montreal Ye, Renew The Plaintiff
The sacrifice must be for some long... deity...
Just can't get hard for reality, at least not mine
... is Ike (like?)
... bleeding...
Can't seem to motivate my heart to function
These ages of... burns our dream so... lessly
Can only turn them away
I wonder can we produce summer heat to keep our experiments around the house (?)
I told you that because I couldn't cope seeing the disappointment in your eyes
Oh Nina, how can I defend myself against this world that buries (?) me like a retarded cartoon
It's too sick for salvation but that word is just a joke
Oh Nina, my resistance (red system?) is chaos
I'm desperate for something but there's no human word for it
I should be happy but what I feel is corrupted, broken, inhibited and insane.
Oh Nina, I've become so hateful. How am I ever going to survive this winter?
I can think of nothing but getting my revenge, make those f..ckers pay,
But it's not gonna happen
And it's eating a hole in me.
In our heart we can see his suffering, repeat our soulful session (soul concession?), too far to mention.
I've inherited some spiritual sanctions from some old ancestral crime
It was committed long ago but the punishment's absolved all down the family line
Everyone so unstable on my mother's side,
And emotionally bearing on my father's side
But tell me how I can attempt to atone for somebody else's willful ignorance?
