Apollyon Of Blue Room ​of Montreal

On a drunk with dark globe and doom invocations of somebody’s dope demon brother, the opiate drone of her gaze
The anodyne days the cracked bas-relief of Hellenic summer
The cabalic kilo i know that she’s only trying to score and not very human anymore
The loom has gone lame, the pattern’s insane, the agents have wigged out
The pulse is corrupt, La Chota’s a blank, no function

We seven of the Aegean sleep deprivation experiment stumbling around Monastiraki Square crawling to her in my undress
My heart is a mess, the ruins depress, the shrill of our withering depths, the din is intense
I sense that she’s finally turned the lock but i just want my Anatolian Rock
I’ve been through so many deaths that i don’t know which name to answer to, fidelity breeds madness, i trashed the heights, the peak

And now I’m on my own, no violence on the telephone, you’re a child of neglect but you turned out ok
The way my psyche rioted I was just as shot, your new lover like a hearse our Iliad of failure

I recoil at the sound, the milking of vipers onto the barren dirt and just steps from the orchard
Lurking beneath the Hyades, the Satans of vicious yayo societies
I can’t get no rest, my dreams are corrosive, nightmares scalp empires too, my thoughts are voltaic, i’m such a downer, huh?

And now i’m on my own, no violence on the telephone, you’re a child of neglect but you turned out ok
The way my psyche rioted i was just as shot, you’re new lover like a hearse our Iliad of failure