of Montreal - Belle Glade Missionaries lyrics
[of Montreal - Belle Glade Missionaries lyrics]
Belle glade missionaries are here
To steal your cocaine
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 themselves
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 fit's
And keep track of your hit's and
Your friends don't give a shit
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 instincts lately
They don't feel organic
They feel more synthetic more synthetic
Synthetic
To steal your cocaine
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 themselves
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 fit's
And keep track of your hit's and
Your friends don't give a shit
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 instincts lately
They don't feel organic
They feel more synthetic more synthetic
Synthetic