Of Montreal

All of my thoughts are from a foreign host 
Now I feel just like a ghost (x4) 

All of my thoughts are from a foreign host 
Now I feel just like a ghost (x4) 

All of my thoughts are from a foreign host 
Now I feel just like a ghost (x4) 

Don't be afraid lille vän of violence 
I'm only poisoning you, not gonna stab you. 
Don't be afraid lille vän of my troubled mind 
I'm just poisoning you a little 
With my gloom 

This far too much like a noise 
It happens to be not so nice 
I must nod 
I must shatter 
I must diffuse 
This fractured consciousness 
This soft abuse 

The identity I composed out of terror has become oppressive now 
I must (not) defy (defeat) this dark assignment 
I'm over it now 
I'm so over it now 

Don't be afraid lille vän of violence 
I'm only poisoning you, not gonna shoot you. 
Don't be afraid lille vän of my troubled mind 
I'm just poisoning you a little 

Every day