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Spiteful Intervention Lyrics - Paralytic Stalks - Of Montreal

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

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

 

Oh god, the morning light 

Sun rays bring my paranoia 

I can't function unless I'm the only one awake 

 

Rancor of our 

last conversation that 

forbidden word you 

deform to 

handicap me then 

abuse your advantage 

 

I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals, 

because your eyes are an agent of darkness 

There's nothing to fight 

It's just a bit of fait accompli 

 

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I spend my waking hours haunting my life 

I made the one I love start crying tonight 

And it felt good 

Still there must be a more elegant solution 

 

Lately I'm rotted in the filth of 

self offered agonies that really should 

fill me with shame, 

but all I have is this manic energy 

 

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

Just want to celebrate me 

Need to suffer more 

Face our pure liberty 

Converts officiate 

Divides new stratagems to 

Disembowel our corinthian characters 

 

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I spend my waking hours haunting my life 

I made the one I love start crying tonight 

And it felt good 

Still there must be a more elegant solution 

 

I know I'm upside down about you 

Your kindness feels like blasphemy or some sick education on the limits of humanity 

So I profane the laws of some Victorian garbage 

And listen to you smashing up my studio again 

 

I spend my waking hours haunting my life 

I made the one I love start crying tonight 

And it felt good 

Still there must be a more elegant solution 

 

Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol 

That really should fill me with guilt 

But all I have is asmatic energy 

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