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Mars Volta - Meccamputechture Mars Volta - Meccamputechture |
| Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names
Incarcerated habits
Tore from the palms
Severing the breast
Nursing all the young
They needed those locks
Of dirty red hair
A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles
They want a bouquet of black rose gems
Castrating kisses
Stalactite stems
They went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond
Where the holiest of water would have you to drown
Tomorrow we forget
Because now has never left
You gotta find my body
In the Mechacontext
You give me a corpse
You live in it now
You stir from a camp
Nourishment plows
You give me a corpse
You live in it now
You stir from a camp
Nourishment plows
Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me
This dirt is turning Christ
To make repent again
So I've heard
They're cutting
All the youngest ones
Said the dirt is turning Christ
To make repent his lust
So I've heard
That the puppet
Tugs it's pull
Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me
Nova meat
The prude slit whisper of bovine heaps
Strapped to unearth of mantis flowers
Prunefingers who tug in a zealot's shroud
I scald supreme truth as it touches this house
I scald supreme truth
Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
I scald supreme truth as it touches this house
I scald supreme truth as it touches this house
Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me
Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me
It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse |
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Enter Shikari:
Mars Volta:
Behemoth:
