Bassem Sabry Lyrics - Aureate Gloom - Of Montreal

Look at our electric guitars 

And, if not for the good people weeping 

All we'd hear is sounds of our horses dying 

But I'm not 'bout to start crying about it 

It must be fairly normal 

To devolve into cycloptic brooding 

As the genocidal massacres you rubbed 

Over some perceived sedition 

Insecurities of men messing everything up again 

(Oh, a show wrote in sparrow in the gales, only) 

I'll never follow no kind of master's voice 

The mutinous tramp of cold voltage crucifiction is my conduit 

I just watched my hero fail 

Now I'm in a dark and violent funk 

Every leader is a cellophane punk 

If you hear me say "yeah!" (Yeah!) 

"Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) 

There must be a softer vision that you could kick to 

In this aureate gloom, I assume 

Both sides are embarrassingly backwards in their thinking 

Bearing no one to side with, none I want to defend 

(So the mute-minded search, silly in love) 

People disappear on the wrong side of this revolution 

When they resurface, there's a black hole in their skull 

People disappear on the wrong side of this revolution 

When they'll return, all their childhood memories are dead 

I'll never follow no kind of master's voice 

The mutinous tramp of cold vulture crucifiction is my conduit 

I just watched my hero fail 

Now I'm in a dark and violent funk 

Every leader is a cellophane punk 

If you hear me say "yeah!" (Yeah!) 

"Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) "Yeah!" (Yeah!) 

I'll never follow no kind of master's voice 

The mutinous tramp of cold voltage crucifiction is my conduit 

Yeah! 

I believe in witches 

I believe in you 

I believe in witches 

I believe in you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you 

I believe in witches 

I believe in you 

I believe in witches 

I believe in you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you 

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