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OF MONTREAL lyrics : "Wintered Debts"

Can't survive another comedown day
When my spirit houses so much pain
So much bitterness, so much bitterness


I need to teach myself to feel again
Somehow I lost the thread of being human

Wrapped up in this bitterness, too much bitterness

I'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/caucus of my failures any longer


Slipping 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 bitterness

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


I'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/caucus 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 `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 I


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 an ousted (?) felon
No my child, you rest your head upon a gross misdeed


Father, Will a ??? of curse enough to find me
Father, Will a ??? a fictim who abuse


No my child ??? distunction
??? is 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

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