It must be fairly normal/To devolve into cycloptic brooding/As the genocidal massacres you rubbed/Over some perceived sedition/Insecurities of men messing everything up again
from Bassem Sabry lyrics by of Montreal
Typical wrapping for this butterfly, but the glitter paper is a disservice to the dedication of the title. The brunt of the message luckily remains. The presentation is like a funky stroll down a city block, when it’s really a ravaged road laid by the historical repeat of a present day revolution.
