of montreal
we were born the mutants again with leafling
She says I'm boring her camera It takes more to delight the cadaver Night eyes on icy patrols  Your's were not so Nazi feline Mine were as dead as monks and Our particles are in motion  Night eyes producing ashes We love to view unfortunate passions Still she takes my photo to bed  No mere limp verse could incite Identity destruction Our particles are in motion  Sometimes we're not legible But we're the same strange animal Let them say our love is peculiar, don't care  There's only now, no ever after We won't let it end in disaster You are my twin, no, I will never go there 