of montreal
belle glade missionaries
Belle glade missionaries are here to steal your cocaine You better send your malaria to puncture their brains And send them back to where they came from Send them back to their savannas of disease  From your first psychotic episode to your drug induced schizophrenia It's your dysphoric mania that makes you so likable And everybody wanna save you Save you just for themself  They're letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter  My fever must be high because these bitter winter winds Have made the bones in my jaw go hollow And there's a sense that there's a prowler on the prairie Leaving hair on the walls  We helped to flatten the sounds that bound down dolores st. And my greatest fear released into someone else's consciousness And now it's theirs to contend with Ah, but still there's these razors to pretend with  They're letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories You know, it pains me to see you all being so deceived But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter  I have the sense you wanna be the female henry miller Cynically referring to your lovers as your pricks And exploiting other people's madness  On nexus You claimed to have called out to me Telepathically through all archaic mediums  But I never once heard you, so I think you were just lying again  I feel like I've been becket's molloy-d Like something nature people avoid Like all my talent's been destroyed LIke i'm a para-spectral voice With no choices at the present still there's a value in things unpleasant  Well you post naked gifts of your epileptic fits  And keep track of your hits And your friends don't give a shit And view your fugues with amusement  Of all the evil in the universe, there are no victims only participants  They're letting children get blown up in their schools today So they can get them back into their factories  You know, it pains me to see you all being so betrayed But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter Doesn't matter  I can't trust my instincts lately they don't feel organic They feel more synthetic They feel more synthetic More synthetic Synthetic Synthetic