Of Montreal
Amphibian Days
In the pen with the mastiffs bred to fight rats in the bowels of the arenaI received a kiss without promise that produced deformities of happinessThe laughter there is viscous it leaves a residue down the legs of the chairsSince you lost the will to hear they get your attention grabbing fistfuls of your hairThese amphibian days they will not heel to youYou can’t defy the defining flaw of your generationThe heavens vomited the dawn upon us as we learned how to occupy photographsShe descended a stairway composed of silk and flicked her cigaretteAs I sweat through my black hex I saw you two climax in spasms through a frosted windowYou both came in electronics and anthemic bursts of unsanitary flamesIf this is Tartarus, which of us is Echidna which one Arakiel?This bastard conveyance of extinct emotions that we know only in our cellsI labor to tempt you out of your cage and into my patrolUntil this vessel lands I have decided to ignore all impulse control
From Letras Mania