Of Montreal

Wintered Debts
Can't survive another comedown day When my spirit houses so much pain So much bitterness, so much bitternessI need to teach myself to feel again Somehow I lost the thread of being human Wrapped up in this bitterness, too much bitternessI'm so confused, what is the function of this ego sickness? Uselessly believe in myself hatred whisperings I can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longerSlipping on my own vomit While tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo, But I was too drunk to formulate any sort of earthy language, so much bitterness Too much bitternessOther people can say there is a true belief system But all my life I've been betrayed by my mother's religion So much bitterness, too much bitternessI'm so destroyed what is the purpose of this ego sickness? Uselessly deceived myself by virgin whisperings And I can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer Any longerSongtexteCan't seem to get the saddle on the Spoils of this morbid fugueMy mantras of subhuman nature, just a veil for all elation The ink's dripping all over me The only regret I have is caring Are we posing? Are we props Riding the anger 'till it stops?Father, will we starve today? Father will we starve? Father, will we starve today? Father will we starve?No my child, there are wild women in here and a crafty fish am I No my child, there are wild women in here and a fleshy catch am IWill our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow? Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground?No my child, you lay your head upon an ousted (?) felon No my child, you rest your head upon a gross misdeedFather, will a ??? of curse enough to find me Father, Will a ??? a fictim who abuseNo my child ??? distunction ??? is a symbol of delightIt's hard to sympathize with those that won't fight for themselves I can't hold both our faces off the flames much longer The child of our struggle is free I've fallen out of love with the prisoner That's to save us Aus Songtexte Mania