Of Montreal - 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 woke ready to blow the bridge For finding you hand over your mouth So instead, I burned my own village down [Refrain] I'm grieving for you, my love And I don't understand what's going on Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac, we were once stable So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth Now I amuse myself with the dubious form of Virgilian Lots Like your neo-feminist divinations [Refrain] Our memories, once almost sacred, are embarra**ments 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 [Refrain]