Of Montreal - Exorcismic Breeding Knife lyrics

There's a flush of dead eyed hatred in these Horse faced hours of ours Don't let this be how we're remembered The torment of sickly humid inner dialog Torn to paper shredded cowboy menace True love never mattered The two donkey jaws that were removed from our hearing Refusal! All the joy of us was absorbed by foreign tribes Oblique in their mystic bullsh** boredom We are condemned to each other …has no memory and no message …something fair and repulsive …reserve psychosis …there's no economy of despair …if we're lucky How can you perform? How can you operate? I'm so conflicted Just can't see it any other way Your disillusionment Why is it my problem? I don't know the solution I don't have a solution I've tried and I cannot change I've tried How can you operate? How can you operate? How can you operate? How can you operate? How can you perform? How can you operate? How can you operate? How can you operate? How can you operate? How can you perform?