Widowsucking
OF MONTREAL · Rune Husk 2017 · Track 03 of 04
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 widowsucking
Effusion of paranoid evasions in How did the day turn?
Sick, we harvested invectives against old friends Despite another hassle, 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