Of Montreal - Empyrean Abattoir Lyrics
It doesn't do much hereJust a flinching sand and threadThrough the grass is all of job distantHopper branches fadeHow long the hopper branches fadeBefore you stood in silence,You came wrapping at my doorWith your body as a sacramentYour mind a killing floorHow long, your mind a killing fallI've been trying to quill my angerAnd not feel bitter about all the darkness you gaveBut as long as there's that device that I can act to see throughThis doesn't return, I tried to kill what you could bringAnd now you're back in Oxvile masturbating your father's painOh, oh, masturbating your father's painStealing from his oration of filthI repeat the wickedness to force reactions out of youBut little that's as deeply as I wanted toFickle mix from medicine and explore it till I'm doneYou made my sky a graveyard and my moon a funeralOh, oh, the moon a funeralCome along, come alongCome along, come alongNow it's just a system of subtractionOh yeah, I won't need to turn around to notice your reactionNow it's just a system of subtractionOh yeah, I won't even feel the hate providing of your factionNow it's just a system of subtractionWhatever happened to your star nowNo one cares who you are now, oh, oh, oh,Oho, oho, ohoYou are words below, by my peopleThat is back luck to even say your nameOho, oho, ohoWhen I see you it feels so awkwardI try to be cool but it's such a dragOho, oho, ohoI've waited for you on the Farrel streetSmelling other people's pissHow could you think you see me backwards, babeYou ain't even seen the big fang, babyLet's not argue for money'Cause now it's only systems of subtractionOh yeah, I won't need to turn around to notice your reactionNow it's just a system of subtractionWhatever happened to your star nowNo one cares who you areUsed to share my broken toeNow you seem like alone now, oh, oh, oh, oh.
