Empyrean Abattoir - Of Montreal

Winter isn't much here
Just a flinching centigrade
Though the grasses all look jaundiced
And the poplar branches flayed
Oh, the poplar branches flayed
Before you stood in silence,
You came rapping at my door
With your body as a sacrament
Your mind a killing floor
Oh, your mind a killing fall
I've been trying to quell my anger
And not feel bitter about all the darkness you gave
But always there's that device that I cannot disengage

This doesn't return, I tried to kill what you could bring
And now you're back in Knoxville masturbating your father's pain
Oh, masturbating your father's pain

Stealing from his oration of filth
I repeat the wickedness to force reactions out of you
But never hurts as deeply as I want it to

Think I'll mix my medicine and explore it till I'm dull
You made my sky a graveyard and my moon a funeral
Oh, oh, my moon a funeral

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 vibeing of your faction
Now it's just a system of subtraction
Whatever happened to your star now
No one cares who you are now, oh, oh, oh,
Oho, oho, oho
You are words below, by my people 
That is bad luck to even say your name
Oho, oho, oho
When I see you it feels so awkward
I try to be cool but it's such a drag
Oho, oho, oho
I've waited for you on the Farrel street
Smelling other people's piss

How could you think you see me backwards, babe
You ain't even seen the Blick Fang, babe
It's all acrimonious
'Cause now it's only systems of subtraction
Oh yeah, I won't need to turn around to notice your reaction
Now it's just a system of subtraction
Whatever happened to your star now
No one cares who you are 
Used to share my broken throne 
Now you sing flat alone now, oh, oh, oh, oh.