Of Montreal - Widows**ing lyrics

It is all so intense to the doll Only the worst of us, I ever have been I do one but he can't commit and it's not that cool To be one more away in your stable I'm wicked 'cause I have not peaked Your ugliest mind serves diseases, an addiction I sent you doves, they returned in shocks of charcoal Their song was sulfuric peals of anemic echo Made me proud that my treble was thin and plenty deformed A mean gnat cursed to call my own dead Mantis of a widows**ing Effusion of paranoid evasions in How did the day turn? Sick, we harvested invectives against old friends Despite another ha**le, the germs in frenetic clips Why are we still hanging around Feeding on estrous blues If it wasn't so lame, I would Give to you my true love The knot on the hex of the 7-0-6 Rosy crucifixion