Death Isn’t a Parallel Move Songtext
von of Montreal

All of my thoughts come from a foreign host
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost
Now I feel just like a ghost

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

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


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

There's far too much light and noise
It happens to be not so nice
I must numb
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 deny defy defeat this dark assignment
I′m over it now
I′m so over it now

Don't be afraid lille venn of violence
I′m only poisoning you, not going to shoot you.
Don't be afraid lille venn of my troubled mind
I′m just poisoning you a little

Every day