The Mars Volta - Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus (Cassandra Gemini VIII: E. Sacrophagi. Block-part) | Текст песни

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• Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus (Cassandra Gemini VIII: E. Sacrophagi. Block-part)

The ocean floor is hidden
From your viewing lens
A depth perception
Languished in the night
All my life,I've been
Sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout
A lachrymal cloud

Que vas a sufrir

Salte venedo

Salte de aqui

Labios temblando

Salte venedo

Salte de aqui

Brincan los cuerpos
Vas a sufri-i-ir [es]

Ma!- ma!-
_ my nails peel back
When the taxidermist ruined
Goose stepped the freckling impatience
All the brittle timbs
Five hundred little ki(ll)s{s}
I'm pull it off (my) ancompated

-Com'mon now-
All night
I'll hope for you
Let me show you what I mean

Sangre...
Sonando.
De rabia naci

Now this train don't lie
An abortion that survived
Many years to
Bastard mastacation
All severed proof
Talons scratch my suit
These are the feathers
That replace them

-Com'mon now-
All night
I'll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean

Sangre.
Sonando.
De rabia nac

Who do you trust
Will they feed us the woorm(...)
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the woo-oh-ol

I found the remnants
Of a crescent fang
It cleaned my wing
Now down to bone
Umbilical syllables
Left to decode
Down in the cradle
I can taste it
-Com'mon now-

All night
I'll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean

Sangre
Sonando
De rabia naci

Who-o-ou do you trust?
Will they feed us the woo(...)
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the woo(...)

Bring me this plague (play)
She took a drink (truth)
Those nicotine stains
On his every word
My scavenger quilt
Will only hide the truth

Bring me...
Bring me this pla-a-ay-y...

I count the days to find
What was left behind
Only these names
I clutch
Will lead me to my home
Somehow this river marks
A wrinkle hand
in mine
And everyday that parts
The water
into two
Mothers and feathers start
To drown the living proof
I can't remember
_these lakes of blood
Wrapped in a blanket
_there sweats a cut

Oh-e-e-e...
[etc]

Who do you-u-u tru-u-a-a-ast?
Will, they feed us the wyrm (will) [...]
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will, they feed us the whee-el (will)
Who do you-u tru-ua-A-A-Ast?
Will, they, fe-E-ed us the woll
Chrome the fetal, me(i)-ra-a-a-age
Will they feed us the will
WILL THEY FEED US...

Ah-a-a-a–a...
[etc]
[Caugh-caugh...]

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