Belle Glade Missionaries Lyrics - Lousy With Sylvianbriar - Of Montreal

The blade 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 the souvenirs of disease 

From your first psychotic episode to your chugging your schizophrenia 

It's your dysphoric mania that makes you so likable 

And everybody want to save you 

Save you just for themselves 

And 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 while being so betrayed 

But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter 

Doesn't matter! 

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The feeble wants me to have because you been on the winds 

I made the bones in my jaw going hollow 

And there's a sense that there's a prowler on the prairie 

Leaving hair on the walls 

We help to flatten the sounds that bound down the street 

And my greatest fear of release 

Someone else's consciousness and down the stairs to contend with 

Oh but too there's these rays there to pretend with 

And 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 

Doesn't matter! 

I have a sense you want to be 

The female Henry Miller 

Cynically referring to your lovers as your prince and 

Exploiting other people's madness 

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I never sensed you'd ever call out to me 

Telepathically through all archaic mediums 

But I never once heard you, so 

I think you were just lying again 

Back up and then see my void 

Like some nation people avoid 

Like I'm a talents been destroyed 

Like I'm a pair of specta voice 

When no choices at the present 

Still there's a value in things unpleasant 

Will you post naked gifts of your epileptic fits 

And keep track of your hits and your friends don't give a shit 

And view your future with amusement 

All the evil in the universe 

There are no victims, only participants 

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 instinct lately 

And I'm feeling mechanic 

You feel more synthetic 

They feel more synthetic 

More synthetic 

Synthetic