Empyrean Abattoir from Aureate Gloom by of Montreal
Tracklist
| 3. | Empyrean Abattoir | 4:33 |
Lyrics
winter isn't much here just a flinching centigrade though the grasses all look jaundiced and the poplar branches flayed
oh the poplar branches flayed
before your hysterical silence you came rapping at my door with your body as a sacrament your mind a killing floor
oh your mind a killing floor
i've been trying to quell my anger and not feel bitter about all the darkness you gave
but as always there's that device that i cannot disengage
just as a red terror you tried to kill what you couldn't reign and now you're back in Knoxville masturbating your father's pain
oh masturbating your father's pain
stealing from his oration of filth i repeat the wickedness to force reactions out of you
but it never hurts as deeply as i want it to
think i'll mix my medicine and explore it till i'm dull, you've made my sky a graveyard and my moon a funeral
oh my moon a funeral
now it's just a system of subtraction, i won't even turn around to notice your reaction
now it's just a system of subtraction, i won't even feel the hateful vibing of your faction
now it's just a system of subtraction, what ever happened to your star? now no one cares who you are now
you were once beloved by my people now it's bad luck to even say your name
when i see you it feels so awkward i try to be cool but it's such a drag
i waited for you on O'Farrell street smelling other people's piss
how could you think you seen me backwards babe? you ain't even seen the blikk fang babe, it's not acrimonious now
it's only systems of subtraction, i won't even turn around to look at your reaction
now it's just a system of subtraction, what ever happened to your star now no one cares who you are
you used to share my broken throne now you sing flat alone
