Текст песни Of Montreal - Nightsift

Оригинальный текст песни Nightsift

Burn out ideas repetition is key to madness abduction four puffs makes me a cartoon an expressionlessistic surveilled artist okay
There’s no human pain in my voice it’s something else’s
What if she’s just a conversation I am having with myself?

Put me on a pedestal I’m wasted you can be so creative with refuse
Only fame can make someone a has-been, she sleeps with her fans ‘cause they are faceless
Knowing someone’s name makes it feel sleazy, being seen is actual self-mutilation

Son of cemetery shopping wives only titter at rare mouth cuisine of single fake eye
The triplets of migraines bath in menstruation pools, towels stay white wow it’s magic
Sword play gives girls periods, I’m joking, the anti-form pervert bites his pillow
His stomach orgasms in black plasma cause the stalker knows no nuance

Put me on a pedestal I’m wasted we can be so creative with refuse
Only fame can make someone a failure, she sleeps with her fans ‘cause they are echoes
Refractions of raw sketches of pleasure, being seen is actual self-mutilation

Now he bites his weapon to do self-care publicly it’s suction time being the fuck of the funeral
Compete for my love, be so dumb be so sweet, she’s my only exalted one
Christina