Wintered Debts Lyrics - Paralytic Stalks - Of Montreal

Can't survive another comedown day 

When my spirit houses so much pain 

So much bitterness 

So much bitterness 

I need teach myself to feel again 

Somehow I lost the thread of being human 

Wrapped up in this bitterness 

Too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness 

I'm so confused, what is the function of this ego sickness? 

Uselessly beleaguered by self hatred whisperings 

And I can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer 

Slipping on my own vomit while I 

tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo 

But I was too drunk to formulate any sort of earthly language 

So much bitterness 

Too much bitterness, too much bitterness 

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Other 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 bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness 

I'm so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego sickness? 

Uselessly beseiged by self aversion whisperings 

Man, I can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer 

Any longer 

Can't seem to get the saddle on the spoils of this morbid fugue 

My 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 until 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 I 

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Will 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 a monstrous felony 

No my child, you lay your head upon a gross misdeed 

(becomes too soft) 

Father will I cry again, crossed the earth to fight 

Father will I cry again, a victim of obese 

No my child, don't be (pessable?), the world needs more distinction 

For all retribution, a symbol of delight 

It'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