Lyrics of 'Plateau Phase/No Careerism No Corruption' by Of Montreal

Fucked in your driveway, in your driveway

Of pejorative outreach outliers
And transgenic operatives
Ascetic dandy send don't care captions
No creation, no infinite regress
Nostalgia fists disposable outcomes
Churning desperation bliss
Hydeaus hertz of libido squawking
No creation, no infinite regress

Acyanoblepsia
Or is it only a face?
How long will you stay impressed
By this precariat?
In the embrace of anodyne
Writer's block we feel orgone
Energy better
I want all your love to stay pure
I don't want to make you insecure

If we put our ear to the ceiling
We can hear the government breathing
We can hear the dark matter breeding
(Making party, making party)
If we put our ear to the ceiling
We can hear the multiverse seeding
We can hear the simulation wheezing
Making party, making party

Lunging wrecks of forced abstraction
Crying for she who ashtrays
Both hands on amphetamine solutions
Repetition, tension idée fixe
Making a sport of body pollution
Evening's agenda stable tv
Computer fetus leaking of sadness
No creation, no infinite regress

In a fine mist of dune braid
Strangers go touch free on the plane
Starvation of what we can hear
The plateau phase of you being near
Always such an effort
Oh, shut up, I want to get to know you even better
Listen to your enemies parch
Swim to your hysterical arch

If we put our ear to the ceiling
We can hear the government breathing
We can hear the dark matter breeding
(Making party, making party)
If we put our ear to the ceiling
We can hear the multiverse seeding
We can hear the simulation wheezing
Making party, making party
If we put our ear to the ceiling
We can hear the government breathing
We can hear the dark matter breeding
(Making party, making party)
If we put our ear to the ceiling
We can hear the multiverse seeding
We can hear the simulation wheezing
Making party, making party