Death Is Not a Parallel Move ​of Montreal

All of my thoughts come from a foreign host
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost

All of my thoughts come from a foreign host
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost

All of my thoughts come from a foreign host
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost

Don't be afraid Lille Venn of violence
I'm only poisoning you, not gonna stab you
Don't be afraid Lille Venn of my troubled mind
I'm just poisoning you a little
With my gloom

There's far too much light and noise
It happens to be not so nice
I must numb
I must shatter
I must diffuse
This fractured consciousness
This soft abuse