This Is Exposed - Of Montreal

I’m macho I’m femme call me they call me them

Bikini boys in the summer scum want nothing and you and scene

Thought rats scurry over hypnosis or what’s left of the friend chat

The scents of killers the Eyes Of Mars the seven blood gangs of the parietal

I’m liminal I’m free call me he call me she

I said I’m macho I’m femme call me they call me them

In this place one way or another you’re gonna get radicalized

Oh but my lives they’re unreal those things are only a spectacle

Thorns are cool thorns save lives thorns get me into trouble but I always

survive

In a circle of one sounding a drum to a bodysong what can I say it’s gonna

happen either way

Like a Burroughs to Capote curse written in a rabid free verse

If you fellate the crown’s prick you run afoul of the Syndicate

Smart kids say no disabusing crow drones what could they possibly glean out of

a liar’s mind?

Thorns are cool thorns save lives thorns get me into trouble but I always

survive

Still it’s not a lot of fun dealing with truscum in a circle of one and a

bodysong

What can I say it’s gonna happen either way

Now you got no brain how do you get fucked up?

what?

Now you got no brain how do you get fucked up?