The Mars Volta - Meccamputechture | Текст песни

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Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names
Incarcerated habit tore from the palms
Severing the breast
Melting on his arms

Beneath 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 one
Where the holiest of water would have you to drown

Tomorrow is a gift
‘Cause now is never left
You gotta find my body
In the Mecca context

You give me a corpse
You live in it now
You’re staring from
Unkempt nourishment plows

You give me a corpse
You live in it now
You’re staring from
Unkempt nourishment plows

Please dismantle
All this phantom limbs
It’s the evidence of
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments

Everyone stares all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and burying me

This stir is turning
Christ to make repent again
So I’ve heard
They’re cutting all the youngest ones
Said this dirt is turning
Christ to make repent his lust
So I’ve heard
That the puppets tugs its pull

Please dismantle
All this phantom limbs
It’s the evidence of
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments

Everyone stares all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and burying me

Now for meat
The pin slipped whispers of both of our heaps
Swept to an earth of Magdalen’s frowns
Prune fingers who tug at a zealot’s shroud

I obsconse supreme truth
As it touches this house
I obsconse 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 obsconse supreme truth
As it touches this house
I obsconse supreme truth
As it touches this house

Everyone stares all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and bury

Everyone stares all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and burying

It lacks a human corpse
It lacks a human corpse
It lacks a human corpse
It lacks a human corpse
It lacks a human corpse
It lacks a human corpse
It lacks a human corpse
Don’t know for sure now
It lacks a human corpse
Don’t know for sure now
It lacks a human corpse
Ah, ah, ah

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