Of Montreal belle glade missionairies lyrics

The blade 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 the souvenirs of disease

From your first psychotic episode to your chugging your schizophrenia
It's your dysphoric mania that makes you so likable
And everybody want to save you
Save you just for themselves

They're letting children get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into their factories
And though it pains me to see while being so betrayed
But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter
Doesn't matter!

The feeble wants me to have because you been on the winds
That 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 hope to flatten the sounds that bound down below the street
And my greatest fear released
And there's someone else's consciousness and now it's theirs to contend with
Oh but still there's these rays there to pretend with

They're letting children get blown up in their schools today
So they can get them back into their factories
And though it pains me to see you all being so deceived
But I guess you'll never know so it doesn't matter
Doesn't matter!

I have a sense you want to be
The female Henry Miller
Cynically referring to your lovers as your prince and

Exploiting other people's madness

I never sensed you'd ever call out to me
Telepathically through all archaic mediums
But I never once heard you, so
I think you were just lying again

Back up and then see my void
Like some nation people avoid
Like I'm a talents been destroyed
Like I'm a para-spectral voice
When no choices at the present
Still there's a value in things unpleasant
Well, you post naked GIFs of your epileptic fits
And keep track of your hits and your friends don't give a shit
And view your future with amusement
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!

Can't trust my instincts lately
They don't feel organic
They feel more synthetic
They feel more synthetic
More synthetic
Synthetic