Of Montreal - Belle Glade Missionaries lyrics

Belle glade missionaries are here to steal your c**aine You better send your malaria to puncture their brains and Send them back to where they came from Send them back to their savannas of disease From your first psychotic episode to your drug-induced schizophrenia It's your dysphoric mania that makes you so likable And everybody want to save you Save you just for themself They're letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories And though it pains me to see you all being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter Doesn't matter My fever must be high because these bitter winter winds Have made the bones in my jaw go hollow And there's a sense that there's a prowler on the prairie Leaving hair on the walls We helped to flatten the sounds that bound down Delores St And my greatest fear released into Someone else's consciousness and now it's theirs to contend with Ah but still there's these razors to pretend with They're letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories And though it pains me to see you all being so deceived But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter I have a sense you want to be The female Henry Miller Cynically referring to your lovers as your pricks and Exploiting other people's madness On Nexus you claimed to have called out to me Telepathically through all archaic mediums But I never once heard you, so I think you were just lying again I feel like I've been Beckett's Molloy-d Like something nature people avoid Like all my talent's been destroyed Like I'm a para-spectral voice With no choices at the present Still there's a value in things unpleasant Well you post naked gifs of your epileptic fits And keep track of your hits and your friends don't give a sh** And view your fugues with amusement All the evil in the universe There are no victims, only participants They're letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter Doesn't matter Can't trust my instinct lately They don't feel organic They feel more synthetic (x2) More synthetic Synthetic (x2)