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Virgilian Lots Lyrics
The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill
I'm truly not neutral but I lost all direction
Day I awoke ready to blow the bridge
For finding you hand over your mouth
So instead, I burned my own village down
I'm grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on
Just as the twin volcanoes of Quauhnahuac, we were once fabled
So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth
Now I amuse myself with a dubious form of Virgilian Lots
Like your neo-feminist divinations
I'm grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on
All my memories, once almost sacred, are embarrassments to me now
Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are
The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapse
Grieving for you, my love
And I don't understand what's going on
I'm truly not neutral but I lost all direction
Day I awoke ready to blow the bridge
For finding you hand over your mouth
So instead, I burned my own village down
And I don't understand what's going on
So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth
Now I amuse myself with a dubious form of Virgilian Lots
Like your neo-feminist divinations
And I don't understand what's going on
Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are
The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapse
And I don't understand what's going on
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