Empyrean Abattoir

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
 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
 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
 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 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