Forecast Fascist Future (Iqu Remix) - Of Montreal The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs Who will tell
The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the myopic mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn't fit
Far away from all the violence safely flying in our own orbit
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
