Of Montreal - Empyrean Abattoir lyrics

Winter isn't much here, just a flinching centigrade Though the gra**es all look jaundiced and the poplar branches flayed Oh-oh, the poplar branches flayed Before your hysterical silence, you came rapping at my door With your body as a sacrament, your mind a k**ing floor Oh-oh, your mind a k**ing 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 the Red Terror, you tried to k** what you couldn't reign And now you're back in Knoxville masturbating your father's pain Oh-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 I think I'll mix my medicine and explore it 'til I'm dull You made my sky a graveyard and my moon a funeral Oh-oh, my moon a funeral Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Now it's just a system of subtraction, oh yeah! I won't even turn around to notice your reaction Now it's just a system of subtraction, oh yeah! I won't even feel the hateful vibing of your faction Now it's just a system of subtraction Whatever happened to your star? Now no one cares who you are Now, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh You were once beloved by my people Now it's bad luck to even say your name Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh When I see you, it feels so awkward I try to be cool, but it's such a drag Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh I waited for you on O'Farrell Street, smelling other people's piss I bet you think you see me backwards, babe You ain't even seen the Blikk Fang, babe It's not acrimonious, now it's only systems of subtraction, oh yeah! I won't even turn around to look at your reaction Now it's just a system of subtraction Whatever happened to your star? Now no one cares who you are You used to share my broken throne Now you sing flat alone Now, oh-oh, oh-oh