​of Montreal - Empyrean Abattoir lyrics

Winter isn't much here
Just a flinching centigrade
Though the grasses 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 killing floor
Oh 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 the Red Terror
You tried to kill 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