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somethings terrorized my psyche to get even, lately you're the only human i believe in
i've tried to understand his logic but there's just no pattern there
no sympathetic voices anywhere
there's blood in my hair
i'm considered ugly from every angle, you're the only beauty i don't wanna strangle
can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
"yes we hear but we don't care"
no sympathetic victims anywhere
there's blood in my hair
i wanna get all fucked up and tell you how i really feel cause your vibrant blackness coco augury is so unreal
when i die i want you to die too not trying to stay in this or any dimension without you spit on this planet without you i envy you cause you can believe in things like i never could and not dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form like an agnostic transubstantiation, you wanna know what that is? use your imagination
sell it
they paralyzed my psyche to get even, lately you're the only dancer i believe in
i'm a butcher now with blood in my hair, no sympathetic voices anywhere
there's blood in my hair
anti-human armies spring from every angle, you're the only soldier i don't wanna strangle
i can see it's a dolorous fate
"so don't expect us to cooperate"
anyway it's five lives too late and there's blood in my hair
my head is a most obliging harbor for this illusion
will these irish eyes be stung by tears of confusion
will you meet the common end to your odd shaped mission, hope it isn't true
i don't believe in that kind of god but still i pray for you
we will produce vanity holocausts
we will commit acts of misery
we will weaponize sightless innocents
then we will forget
someones terrorized my psyche to get even, lately you're the only human i believe in
i suffered pompous death to find her kingdom razed
cherub corpses in the vapor, martyrs wrapped in butcher paper
if i'm a monster possessed to mangle you're the only dancer i don't wanna strangle
can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
"yes we hear but we don't care"
there's no sympathetic voices anywhere
there's blood in my hair
i saw you laughing but tomorrow you'll say you were there
you looked at me in disgust, girl why should i care?
there's blood in my hair
love is not a debtor's prison, you don't have to serve a sentence to pay back what you've been given
now i live in fear of your schizophrenic genius, it's a tempestuous despot that i can't seem to propitiate
now i feel your provoking me with your fidelity
that your loyalty and affections are somehow a vulpine act of hostility
now we're a bore, we're afternoon tv,this thing our minds are screaming to defy
how can i bury this rebellion while proving that i'm, you know, still your rock and roll ally
once more i turn to my crutch for counsel and it won't disappoint me
i know it's the shadow cast by what's looming and not the thing in itself that engenders fear
i was dreaming of the hunt, you clapped your hands sharply twice to wake me up
darkness was gripping the sky, i knew i could still be your rock and roll ally
supported by 16 fans who also own “We Will Commit Wolf Murder”
Throughout this album, somehow, Sufjan makes me care about the state of Illinois. From detailed depictions of various landmarks and folklore, to moments of deep personal introspection; Illinois builds an incredibly dense narrative out of it's seemingly simple concept. The variety of sounds on this album is remarkable, compelling me to smile in one moment, then leaving me a sobbing mess in the next. One of the very few albums I'd consider to be 100% perfect. Jasca1127
