Triumph Of Disintegration - Of Montreal
The last ten days have been a motherfucker,
I didn’t know if I’d survive
The voice with the synapse that calls blood bats
into action has now entered the tablelands
It’s only natural to feel a little imbalanced,
it’s a symptom of your hysterical
need to be understood
You had to forgive your enemy cause
it was making you psychotic
to keep fighting him inside of your head
But how could you allow these people
whom you don’t even respect
to rape your self concept
and make your inner world an ugliness?
Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute,
I had to make myself a monster just
to feel something ugly enough to be true
And then scratching wildly
at the mirror in my heart to see
their doleful faces
What is the flaw in just running away?
Running away fixes everything,
how can I why should I stay?
Just to view the triumph of disintegration?
To live beneath language, or far above,
it’s really not that different
At least now that the one thing
that is good about me
Has begun to express itself in malicious ways
Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute
I had to make myself a monster just
to feel something ugly enough to be true
And then scratching wildly at the mirror in my heart
to see their doleful faces
What is the flaw in just running away?
Running away fixes everything,
can I why should I stay?
Just to see the triumph of disintegration?
Victories of devastation?