of montreal
slave translator
All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for Slave translator Tell me what it means Dante had two Prussians in her brush Quite a rush  All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to cum into Slave translator Soften my rage All the boys she loves are always under age  Can't cut away from it Self paralysis Satanic ornaments that crumble our faith Rebirth suicide Rebirth suicide, it's so perpetual Not that I care  They bring their plates like its automatic It's so pathetic You apologize for him You won't face the portrait Honestly, you rotted when it mattered Not that I care  I was only stabbing your heart Because I was trying to get your attention Change your direction  Can't tolerate this new vision Paranoia like it's talking to your mother All of the hatred All of the vomit It's recurrent Not that I care  All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for Slave translator I hate to ask Is the wind in that door still?  All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to cum into Slave translator I want you, I hurt I'm cutting myself and I feel like dirt, ah