The last ten days have been a motherfucker,
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I didn’t know if I’d survive
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The voice with the synapse that calls blood bats into action has now entered the tablelands
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It’s only natural to feel a little imbalanced, it’s a symptom of your hysterical need to be understood
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You had to forgive your enemy cause it was making you psychotic to keep fighting him inside of your head
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But how could you allow these people whom you don’t even respect to rape your self concept and make your inner world an ugliness?
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Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute, I had to make myself a monster just to feel something ugly enough to be true
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And then scratching wildly at the mirror in my heart to see their doleful faces
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What is the flaw in just running away? Running away fixes everything, how can I why should I stay? Just to view the triumph of disintegration?
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To live beneath language, or far above, it’s really not that different
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At least now that the one thing that is good about me has begun to express itself in malicious ways
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Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute, I had to make myself a monster just to feel something ugly enough to be true
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And then scratching wildly at the mirror in my heart to see their doleful faces
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What is the flaw in just running away? Running away fixes everything, how can I why should I stay? Just to see the triumph of disintegration? victories of devastation?
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Triumph Of Disintegration
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| Of Montreal |
