Empyrean Abattoir
๐ต 1876 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:33 duration
๐ ID: 2003217
๐ Lyrics
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 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
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 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.66] Winter isn't much here
[00:06.89] Just a flinching scent of gray
[00:09.88] Though the grasses all look jaundiced
[00:13.33] And the poplar branches flayed
[00:16.96] Ooh oh
[00:19.60] The poplar branches flayed
[00:24.77] For your cirque of silence
[00:27.18] You came rapping at my door
[00:30.01] With your body as a sacrament
[00:33.87] Your mind a killing floor
[00:37.50] Ooh oh
[00:40.35] Your mind a killing floor
[00:44.04] I've been trying to quell my anger
[00:47.35] And not feel bitter about all the darkness you gave
[00:53.37] But as long as there's that device
[00:55.57] That I can ask to see through
[01:10.74] Your fist is a red terror,
[01:13.07] You tried to kill what you couldn't reign
[01:16.57] And now you're back in Knoxville
[01:19.38] Masturbating your father's pain
[01:23.23] Ooh oh
[01:25.83] Masturbating your father's pain
[01:29.98] Stealing from his aureation of filth
[01:33.06] I repeat the wickedness to force reactions out of you
[01:38.62] But little hurts as deeply as I want it to
[02:09.27] Fickle mix of medicine and explore it 'till I'm dull
[02:15.43] You made my sky a graveyard
[02:18.46] And my moon a funeral
[02:22.10] Ooh oh
[02:25.07] My moon a funeral
[02:28.63] Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
[02:30.46] Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
[02:43.46] Now it's just a system of subtraction
[02:47.91] Oh yeah
[02:49.79] I won't even turn around to notice your reaction
[02:55.13] Now it's just a system of subtraction
[02:59.42] Oh yeah
[03:01.47] I won't even feel the hateful binding of your faction
[03:06.82] Now it's just a system of subtraction
[03:10.93] Whatever happened to your style now
[03:13.54] No one cares who you are now
[03:15.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh
[03:18.49] Oh, oh
[03:20.49] Oh, oh
[03:22.49] You are words beloved by my people
[03:25.46] Now it's bad luck to even say your name
[03:28.86] Oh, oh When I see you it feels so awkward
[03:37.73] I try to be cool but it's such a drag
[03:40.84] Oh, oh I waited for you on the feral streets
[03:49.74] Smelling other people's piss
[03:53.32] How could you think you see me backwards, babe
[03:56.27] You ain't even seen the Blikk Fang, babe
[03:59.68] It's not acclimated
[04:01.30] Now it's only systems of subtraction
[04:05.34] Oh yeah
[04:07.60] I wont even turn around to look at your reaction
[04:13.07] Now it's just a system of subtraction
[04:17.16] Whatever happened to your style
[04:19.87] Now no one cares who you are
[04:22.47] You used to share my broken tongue
[04:24.54] Now you sing flat alone
[04:26.90] Oh, oh
[04:27.53] Oh, oh
[04:28.20]
[00:06.89] Just a flinching scent of gray
[00:09.88] Though the grasses all look jaundiced
[00:13.33] And the poplar branches flayed
[00:16.96] Ooh oh
[00:19.60] The poplar branches flayed
[00:24.77] For your cirque of silence
[00:27.18] You came rapping at my door
[00:30.01] With your body as a sacrament
[00:33.87] Your mind a killing floor
[00:37.50] Ooh oh
[00:40.35] Your mind a killing floor
[00:44.04] I've been trying to quell my anger
[00:47.35] And not feel bitter about all the darkness you gave
[00:53.37] But as long as there's that device
[00:55.57] That I can ask to see through
[01:10.74] Your fist is a red terror,
[01:13.07] You tried to kill what you couldn't reign
[01:16.57] And now you're back in Knoxville
[01:19.38] Masturbating your father's pain
[01:23.23] Ooh oh
[01:25.83] Masturbating your father's pain
[01:29.98] Stealing from his aureation of filth
[01:33.06] I repeat the wickedness to force reactions out of you
[01:38.62] But little hurts as deeply as I want it to
[02:09.27] Fickle mix of medicine and explore it 'till I'm dull
[02:15.43] You made my sky a graveyard
[02:18.46] And my moon a funeral
[02:22.10] Ooh oh
[02:25.07] My moon a funeral
[02:28.63] Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
[02:30.46] Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
[02:43.46] Now it's just a system of subtraction
[02:47.91] Oh yeah
[02:49.79] I won't even turn around to notice your reaction
[02:55.13] Now it's just a system of subtraction
[02:59.42] Oh yeah
[03:01.47] I won't even feel the hateful binding of your faction
[03:06.82] Now it's just a system of subtraction
[03:10.93] Whatever happened to your style now
[03:13.54] No one cares who you are now
[03:15.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh
[03:18.49] Oh, oh
[03:20.49] Oh, oh
[03:22.49] You are words beloved by my people
[03:25.46] Now it's bad luck to even say your name
[03:28.86] Oh, oh When I see you it feels so awkward
[03:37.73] I try to be cool but it's such a drag
[03:40.84] Oh, oh I waited for you on the feral streets
[03:49.74] Smelling other people's piss
[03:53.32] How could you think you see me backwards, babe
[03:56.27] You ain't even seen the Blikk Fang, babe
[03:59.68] It's not acclimated
[04:01.30] Now it's only systems of subtraction
[04:05.34] Oh yeah
[04:07.60] I wont even turn around to look at your reaction
[04:13.07] Now it's just a system of subtraction
[04:17.16] Whatever happened to your style
[04:19.87] Now no one cares who you are
[04:22.47] You used to share my broken tongue
[04:24.54] Now you sing flat alone
[04:26.90] Oh, oh
[04:27.53] Oh, oh
[04:28.20]