Spiteful Intervention ​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

The rancor of our
Last conversation that
Forbidden word you
Deformed to
Handicap me then
Abuse your advantage

I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals
'Cause your eyes are an agent of darkness
There's nothing to fight
It's just a bitter fait accompli

I spend my waking hours haunting my own 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 rutted in the filth of
Self-authored agonies that really should
Fill me with shame
But all I have is this manic energy