We Will Commit Wolf Murder (Early Version 2) Songtext
von of Montreal

Something′s terrorized my psyche to get even
Lately, you're the only human I believe in
I tried to understand his logic, but there′s just no pattern there
No sympathetic voices anywhere, there's blood in my hair

Now I'm considered ugly from every angle
You′re the only beauty I don′t wanna strangle
Can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
(Yes, we hear, but we don′t care) I don't care, but we don′t care
There's no sympathetic victims anywhere
There′s blood in my hair

I wanna get all fucked up, and tell you how I really feel
'Cause your vibrant blackness, coco augury is so unreal
When I die, I want you to die too, not try to stay in this or
Any dimension without you, spit on this planet without you

I envy you 'cause you can believe in things like I never could
And not dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race
Or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form
Like an agnostic transubstantiation, you wanna know what that is?
Use your imagination (sell it)


They paralyze my psyche to get even
Lately, you′re the only dancer I believe in (I believe in)
I′m a butcher, now with blood in my hair
No sympathetic voices anywhere
There's blood in my hair (there′s blood in my hair)

Anti human armies spring from every angle
You're the only soldier I don′t wanna strangle
I can see it's a dolorous state, so don′t expect us to cooperate
Anyway, it's five lives too late, and there's blood in my hair

My head is a most obliging harbor for this illusion
Will these Irish eyes be stung by tears of confusion
Will you meet the common end to your odd shaped mission?
Hope it isn′t true, I don′t believe in that kind of god
But still I pray for you

We will produce vanity holocausts
We will commit acts of misery
We will weaponize sightless innocents
Then we will forget (oh-oh-oh)

Someone's terrorized my psyche to get even (to get even)
Lately, you′re the only human I believe in (I believe in)
I suffered pompous death to find her kingdom razed (find her kingdom razed)
Cherub corpses in the vapor, martyrs wrapped in butcher paper


And if I'm a monster possessed to mangle
You′re the only dancer I don't wanna strangle
Can′t you hear me crying out for guidance?
(Yes, we hear, but we don't care) I don't care
No sympathetic voices anywhere
There′s blood in my hair

There′s blood in my hair (in my hair)

I saw you laughing, but tomorrow you'll say you were there
You looked at me in disgust, girl, why should I care?

There′s blood in my hair
There's blood in my hair
There′s blood in my hair
Blood in my hair, fuck!