Of Montreal "Death Is Not A Parallel Move" |
All of my thoughts are 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 are 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 are 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 v�n of violence I'm only poisoning you, not gonna stab you Don't be afraid lille v�n of my troubled mind I'm just poisoning you a little With my gloom This far too much like a noise It happens to be not so nice I must nod I must shatter I must diffuse This fractured consciousness This soft abuse The identity I composed out of terror has become oppressive now I must (not) defy (defeat) this dark assignment I'm over it now I'm so over it now Don't be afraid lille v�n of violence I'm only poisoning you, not gonna shoot you. Don't be afraid lille v�n of my troubled mind I'm just poisoning you a little Everyday Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |