Of Montreal - Dour Percentage

We've woken up alone
No song to sing us off the edge
The speakers are blown
This planet is an orphanage
Deep abandonment issues at our core
But if not each other
There's fuck all to really keep hustling for

Ain't got not ride
At least not one that returns our message
Our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage
And it cheapens us the way you and I, torment each other
It's just the way we combine

Time for you to decide, here on the concrete
You with a soldier, or just playing yourself and me too?
I got your letter and it hurt me so many ways (had no breath to respond)
Boy you let your brothers down
You inhabit your own personal ghetto

But no one's forcing you to stay there
Our circle's not so cannibalistic baby

We've woken up alone
No song to sing us off the edge
The speakers are blown
This planet is an orphanage
Deep abandonment issues at our core
But if not each other
There's fuck all to really keep hustling for

Ain't got not ride
At least not one that returns our message
Our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage
And it cheapens us the way you and I, torture each other
It's just the way we collide

It's time to make up your mind, here in the cellar
Are you gonna betray yourself or come join us up on the dais?
The conspiracy that's forever unfolding in your head
It's just not real
Boy you let your people down

I've murdered so much of myself here
Just to try and accomodate you
You know I saved your life a little too, hey brother

I don't resent you but
I can't settle the debt of our serrated history and blows I haven't got over yet
And it cheapens us the way you and I, torment each other