Of Montreal: Past Is A Grotesque Animal, The

the past is a grotesque animaland in its eyes you seehow completely wrong you can be..2xthe sun is out it melts the snow that fell yesterdaymakes you wonderwhy it botheredi fell in lovewith the first cute girl that i metwho could appreciate Georges Bataillestanding at a Swedish festivaldiscussing "story of the eye"..2xit's so embarassing to need someone like i do youhow can i explain?i need you here and not here too..how can i explaini need you here and not here tooi'm flunking out, i'm flunking outi'm gone, i'm just gonebut at least i author my own disasterat least i author my own disasterperformance breakdownand i don't wanna hear it i'm just not available things could be differentbut they're not...things could be differentbut they're notthe mousey girl screams "violence, violence!"...2xshe gets hystericalcause they're both so meanand it's my favorite scenethe cruelty's so predictablemakes you sad on the stagethough our love project has so much potential but it's like we weren't made for this worldthough i wouldn't really wanna meet someone who wasdo i have to scream in your face?i've been dodging lamps and vegetablesthrow it all in my facei don't care-let's just have some funlet's tear the shit apartlet's tear the fucking house apart
let's tear our fucking bodies apart,let's just have some funsomehow you've red-roveredthe Gestapo circling my heartand nothing can defeat youno death, no ugly worldyou've lived so brightlyyou've altered everythingi find myselfsearching for old selveswhile speeding forwardthrough the plateglass of maturing cellsi fed the unravelerthe paw hellionbut even apocolypse is fleetingthere's no death, no ugly worldsometimes i wonder if you're mythologizing me like i do you apologizing me like i do youwe want our film to be beautifulnot realisticsee me in the radiance of terror dreamsyou can betray meyou can, you can betray meteach me something wonderfulcrown my head crown my headwith your lilting effectsproject your fears onto me i need to view them,see there's nothing to themi promise you there's nothing to themi'm so touched by your goodness you make me feel so criminalhow do you keep it together?i'm all, all unraveledbut'cha knowno matter where we arewe're always touching by underground wiresi've explored you with the detachmentof an analystbut most nights we've raided the same kingdomsand none of our secrets are physicalnone of our secrets, are physicalnone of our secrets, are physical now