Of Montreal - Apollyon Of Blue Room lyrics

I recoil at the sound The milking of vipers onto the barren dirt Just steps from the orchard Looking beneath the higher tiers The satans of the vicious yayo society I can't get no rest My dreams are corrosive Nightmares are vampires, too My thoughts are voltaic I'm such a downer Huh Now I'm on my own No violence on the telephone You're a child of neglect But you turned out okay Ooh The way my psyche rioted I was just as shot Your new lover like a hearse An idiot, a failure Ooh On a drunk with dark globe and doom invocations Of somebody's doped 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 d**hs 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 past the orchards Lurking beneath the Hyades Satins 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 Your new lover like a hearse Our Iliad of failure