Of Montreal - Empyrean Abattoir lyrics

rate me

(Part I)

Winter isn't much here, just a flinchin' centigrade

Tho the grasses all look jaundice & the poplar branches flayed

Oh oh, the poplar branches flayed

Befo' yo hysterical silence, you came rappin' at my door

With yo body as a sacrament, yo mind - a killin' floor

Oh oh-oh, yo mind a killin' floor

I've been tryna quell my anger

& not feel bitter about all the darkness ya gave

But there's always those that devise the liking

I'm just a little fool

(Part II)

Footsteps and a real turn, you tried to kill what ya couldn't reign

& now you're back in Knoxville masturbatin' yo father's pain

Masturbatin' yo father's pain!

Stealin' from his oration of filth

I repeat the wickedness to force reactions outta you

But it neva hurts as deeply as I want it to

(Part III)

I think I'll mix my medicine & explore it till I'm dull

You made my sky a graveyard & my moon a funeral

My moon a funeral...

Now it's just a system of subtraction, ah yeah

I won't even turn around to notice yo reaction

Now it's just a system of subtraction, ah yeah!

I won't even feel the hateful vibin' of yo faction

Now it's just a system of subtraction

Whateva happened to yo style?

Now no one cares who you are

You were once beloved by my people

Now it's bad luck to even say yo name

When I see you, it feels so awkward

I try to be cool, but it's such a drag

(Part IV)

I waited for you on our feral streets, smellin' otha people's piss

I bet you think you see me backwards, baby

You ain't even seen the Blikk Fang, baby

It's not acrimonious, now it's only systems of subtraction, oh yeah!

I won't even turn around to look at yo reaction

Now it's just a system of subtraction

Whateva happened to yo style?

Now no one cares who you are

You used to share my broken tone, now you sing flat alone