Karlheinz Chop up Children - Of Montreal

The old me is the new me’s scourge, the new me is the old me’s emotional janitor

I need a new reputation, lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend oh the old

me is the new me’s scourge yet again

I bounce from bar to bar fully thinking/hearing songs

Wishing that they’d cover Cage’s 4'33″ dark to bark to socialize and tarot

sodomy

Peeing blood to show your sad, cringey content of the new nomad,

pig-fisted pacifists

Ave Maria of implied amputees a party walk up says an L.E.S.

crow dron humming

Radiohead just to be a jerk

Th waitress offers me menzanivadi from a cross I smile with no expression my

depression is a plus

He checked his watch and there’s still barely forty years to kill

Listening to Karlheinz chop up children and then run for joy

Entering the common room and barking until we get banned

Every image I absorb isn’t inherently consensual

The new me the new me the new me says «i'm pretty bored being your emotional

janitor»

The old me the old me the old me says «i kept his homeless poem in a cage with

it’s latch open to free range»

The C.I.A.

killed the Black Panthers that’s the real war on Christmas

Lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend, the old me is the new me’s scourge

yet again oh I need a new reputation the old one is terrorizing the new,

the old one’s terrorizing the new me