Of Montreal Lyrics
"Exorcismic Breeding Knife"

There's a flush of dead eyed hatred in these horse faced hours of ours,
Don't let this be how we're remembered

The torment of sickly humid inner dialog
Torn to paper shredded cowboy menace
True love never mattered
The two donkey jaws that were removed from our hearing
Refusal!
All the joy of us was absorbed by foreign tribes oblique
in their mystic bullsh*t boredom
We are condemned to each other
... has no memory and no message
... something fair and repulsive
... reserve psychosis
... there's no economy of despair
... if we're lucky

How can you perform? How can you operate?
(I'm so conflicted, just can't see it any other way,
your disillusionment, why is it my problem?
I don't know the solution,
I don't have a solution, I've tried and I cannot change, I've tried...)
How can you operate, how can you operate,
how can you operate, how can you perform?
How can you operate, how can you operate, how can you perform?
How can you operate, how can you perform?
How can you perform?