Songtext zu 'Chaos Arpeggiating' von Of Montreal

Mountain City yellows they're not on the grounds they're in the wall
This loneliness is so distracting I'm barely missing you at all
Will I survive the Easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation? No
I can feel the sabers now in my illusionary casket

Now your charming little virus is getting all your attention
As I drag my chair up to the window to absorb some solar lashings
It's your saint's name day tomorrow but last year's paper wasps they are not living
Anymore

Why should I be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it's me who's been
Exiled in apartments?
Oh must I always be chaos arpeggiating?
Mountain City yellows I see them glitching through the floor
The minotaur of self abuse can't pick himself up anymore

Your last violent freak out was a eulogy to us
I was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fits
And now I'm sparring with the no one, the void, the vacuum of conscience
As I mine the rust of my celebrity with snarls and mock laughter

I have the sense that you're wanting me to chase you
But what's the point? We can't be together without starting a row
Why should I be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it's me who's been
Exiled in apartments?
Oh must I always be chaos arpeggiating?

Why should I be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it's me who's been
Exiled in apartments?
Oh must I always be chaos arpeggiating?
Chaos arpeggiating
Chaos arpeggiating me