of Montreal – Spiteful Intervention (Guitar)

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It's fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives

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Nothing happens for a reason, there's no point even pretending, you know the sad truth as well as I

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Oh god, the morning light, sun rays bring my paranoia, I can't function unless I'm the only one awake

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Ooh ooh ooh

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Rancour of our last conversation, that fucking word you deform to

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Handicap me, then abuse your advantage, I'm nervous, my soul is returning to crystals

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Cause your eyes are an agent of darkness

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I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight

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And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution

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Lately I'm rotted in the filth of self-offered agonies that really should fill me with shame

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But all I have is dramatic energy

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I lost my page in being the black-stamped disciple in your heart collage

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Feels wrong to celebrate, we need to suffer more, face our puerility, ban

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Converts that vitiate, devise new stratagems to disavow our quotidian characters

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I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight

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And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution

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I know I'm upside-down about you, your kindness seems like blasphemy of some sick education

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On the limits of humanity, so I profane the laws of some Victorian garbage, and listen to you 

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I spend my waking hours haunting my own life, I made the one I love start crying tonight

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And it felt good, still there must be a more elegant solution

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Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol that really should fill me with guilt

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But all I have is asthmatic energy