Empyrean Abattoir

Winter isn't much here, just a flinching centigrade Though the grass is olive 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 there's always those that Just as [?], 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 aureation 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-ooh-oh, my moon a funeral Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-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 style? 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 our feral streets, 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 style? Now no one cares who you are You used to share my broken throne Now you sing flat alone Now, oh oh oh oh