of montreal
sirens of your toxic spirit
What I recall  Remembered past is insanity And the clatter  Misapprehensions are Killing you but not  Fast enough to really matter  The flume of your struggle  Is flooded with sorrow and  Poisons everybody near it I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens of your toxic spirit  Of your addictions and shiftingness  Inherited from your father I know you struggle to keep them in check  But at this point why even bother  The flume of your struggle  Is flooded with sorrow and Stifles everybody near it I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens of your toxic spirit  What friendships you have left  Do not derive from love  They're just a warped form of charity I've wounded you and you've wounded you too At least we can feel good about the parity  The flume of your struggle  Is flooded with sorrow and Stifles everybody near it I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens of your toxic spirit