Empyrean Abbatoir Lyrics - Aureate Gloom - Of Montreal

Winter isn't much here 

Just a flinching scent of gray 

Though the grasses all look jaundiced 

And the poplar branches flayed 

Ooh oh 

The poplar branches flayed 

For your cirque of silence 

You came rapping at my door 

With your body as a sacrament 

Your mind a killing floor 

Ooh 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 long as there's that device 

That I can ask to see through 

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Your fist is a red terror, 

you tried to kill what you couldn't reign 

And now you're back in Knoxville 

Masturbating your father's pain 

Ooh oh 

Masturbating your father's pain 

Stealing from his aureation of filth 

I repeat the wickedness to force reactions out of you 

But little hurts as deeply as I want it to 

Fickle mix of medicine and explore it 'till I'm dull 

You made my sky a graveyard 

And my moon a funeral 

Ooh oh 

My moon a funeral 

Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh 

Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh 

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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 binding of your faction 

Now it's just a system of subtraction 

Whatever happened to your style now 

No one cares who you are now 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh 

Oh, oh 

You are words beloved by my people 

Now it's bad luck to even say your name 

Oh, oh When I see you it feels so awkward 

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

Oh, oh I waited for you on the feral streets 

Smelling other people's piss 

How could you think you see me backwards, babe 

You ain't even seen the Blikk Fang, babe 

It's not acclimated 

Now it's only systems of subtraction 

Oh yeah 

I wont even turn around to look at your reaction 

Now it's just a system of subtraction 

Whatever happened to your style 

Now no one cares who you are 

You used to share my broken tongue 

Now you sing flat alone 

Oh, oh 

Oh, oh