Wraith Pinned To The Mist And Other Games
Of Montreal
4:16Every second of every minute of the day I let my fancy play And if the feeling strikes me I deliquesce into the sky without waving goodbye While contemplating a fractured pale cathedral wall Death can't touch me at all Let its rapacious fingers with venomous stingers try I'd like to see them try Try to find a way to spike the senses Till everything goes white I had a vision of vinyl spiders in a cage And now I avoid the stage Cause though it was a trifle I still can't stifle The fear that they might just reappear Try to find a way to spike the senses Till everything goes white Climbing climbing climbing never falling If it was up to me I'd freak the clouds Let them fall and grip to the sea I think the chemicals have done Some evil thing to me