Testo Apollyon of blue room Of Montreal

Apollyon of blue room

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 deaths
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