The Mars Volta - De-Loused In The Comatorium lyrics
Tracks 01. Son Et Lumière
02. Inertiatic ESP 03. Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of) 05. Drunkship Of Lanterns 06. Eriatarka 07. Cicatriz ESP 08. This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed 09. Televators 10. Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt 11. Ambuletz 01. Son Et Lumière Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Clipside of the pink eye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book. Gestating with all the other rats, nurse said that my skin will need a graft, I am of pock marked shapes, the vermin you need to loathe... 02. Inertiatic ESP Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Now I'm lost...now I am lost.
Last night I heard lepors Flinch like birth defects It's musk was fecal in origin As the words dribbled off of its chin, It said, "I'm lost........now I am lost......" Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils Cast in oblong arms length The hooks have been picking their scabs Where wolves hide in the company of men It said, "I'm lost.....now I am lost......." Are you peaking in the red ? Perforated at the neck. What of this mongrel architect A broken arm of sewers set Past present and future tense Clip side of the pink eyed fountain "Now I'm lost......now I am lost" It's been said, long time ago You'll be the first and last to know You'll never know....you'll never know. 03. Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of) Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is the haunt of roulette dares Ruse of metacarpi, caveat emptor To all that enter here. Open wrist talk back again In the wounded of its skin They'll pinprick the witness In ritual contrition The AM trinity Fell upon asphyxia Derailed, In the rattles of Made its way through the tracks of a Snail slouching whisper A half ass commute through Umbilical blisters. Specter will lurk, radar has gathered Midnight neuces from boxcar cadavers. Exoskeletal junction at the railroad, delayed It's because this is...... Cranial bleeding Leaches train the living Cursed are they who speak its name. Ruse of metacarpi Caveat emptor To all that enter here Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed It's because this is..... Rattling the laughter hinges splintering inside Bludgeoned to a saddle, rang the cloister bell inside Inside Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed It's because this is... 05. Drunkship Of Lanterns Music by Omar Rodríguez-López, Cedric Bixler-Zavala Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs? Is anybody there? These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials Rust propellers await No... Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smiles for the dead Nobody is heard An antiquated home A float with engines on mute Sui generis ship Spined around the yard Is anybody there? These craft only multiply At the nape of ruins Rust propellers await No... Nobody is heard Compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth In this cenotaph. Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs? Is anybody there? These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials Rust propellers await Nobody is heard Compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth In this cenotaph. Carpel jets hit the ground Carpel jets hit the ground Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll. 06. Eriatarka Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
And there are those who
Hadn't found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong? Of pavolov lore, they ran Rampant through the floors is this wrong? Feels so wrong... Happened on a respirator In the basements Are they gone? Are they gone? Stung the slang of a gallows bird Rationed a dead letter pure Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets Tenticles smirk please Flinched the cocooned meat Infra-recon forgets Now there are those who find Comfort in the breathing wrong Is it wrong? It houses the watchful eyes They're panting in a pattern In droves, are they gone? Happened on a respirator In the basement Is it gone? Are they gone? Stung the slang of a gallows bird Sanctioned a dead letter pure Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tape worm as pets Tentacles smirk please Flinch the cocooned meat Infra-recon forgets Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew The plans they had for us Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew The plans they had for us They used to have pulses in them, but impulse has made the strong. They used to have pulses in them, but impulse has made them strong Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew The plans they had for us Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets Tentacles smirk please Flinch the cocooned meat Infra-reco forgets Gotta be a way Of getting out Are you just growing old? Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets 07. Cicatriz ESP Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Do you recall its name?
As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues dust Shrouded in veils Because these handcuffs hurt too much Still scalping this ticketless applause And when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all. Sutured, contusion Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague I've lost my way Even if this cul de sac would pay To reach inside a vault Whatever be the cost Sterling clear blackened ice And when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all I've defected I've defected I've defected This is my last incision The stitches have defected. Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague I've lost my way Even if this cul de sac did pay Beyond the anthills of I've lost my way Even if you reach inside a vault Whatever be the cost Sterling clear blackened ice And when they drag they lake there's nothing left at all. I've defected I've defected 08. This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed Music by Omar Rodríguez-López, Cedric Bixler-Zavala Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to Mend all the blame I've been searching for so long For something to Anonymous...avenge my name Anonymous...avenge my name You came here on time I hope that it's not to late I've seen you at night Biting the frost of silence Can you cure us of this fate Mock the litany in its face Is that you, Moatilliatta? I've been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame I've been searching for so long For something to Anonymous....avenge my name Anonymous....avenge my name Hex zero rouge He'll hybernate no more The altars run dry Prefect dictate your final words Does it sting of augur truth? Was your temple left in ruins? Is that you, Moatilliatta?? I've been waiting for so long For someone to mend all the blame I've been searching for so long For something to Anonymous...avenge my name Anonymous...avenge my name This is the altar The one that you let me die in On your knees How you wept Much like omertta Quiet has shielded all intent On the ground it appears Like wrath Avenging the lamb as bait In a bed of nails you made Who made this effigy? Is there straw dressed in these fields? And now it won't be long I've been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame I've been searching for so long For something to Anonymous...avenge my name 09. Televators Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that Stuck in his neck to the gills Fragments of sobriquets Riddle me this Three half eaten cornias Who hit the aureole Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you. Page of concrete Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped. The house half the way Fell empty with teeth that Split both his lips, mark these words One day this chalk outline Will circle this city Was he robbed of the asphalt That cushioned his face? A room colored charlatan Hid in a safe Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped Pull the pins Save your grace Mark these words On his grave Pull the pins Save your grace Mark these words On his grave You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go 10. Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes Out of a blind mans picaresque heart You take the veil You'll take the dive You take the veil It's not over till the tremulant sings These ideas of march are they so make believe? How tempts the revenant Slice up and not across You take the veil You'll take the dive You take the veil A mass of gallon sloth As flys have walls for feet A rapturous verbatim Someone said but who is to know And when you find the fringe The one last hit that spent you You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day Iconoclastic had it coming for years They know the prisons that you have yet to fear Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths Adlib your memories by casting a drought You take the veil You'll take the dive You take the veil A mass of gallon sloth As flys have walls for feet. A rapturous verbatim Someone said but who is to know And when you find the fringe The one last hit that spent you You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day Knife me in Hobbling Talking in it's sleep again Knife me in Hobbling Talking in it's sleep again Knife me in Hobbling Talking in it's sleep again Knife me in Hobbling Talking in it's sleep again Virulent hives Of bedpost piles Virulent hives Who brought me here Forsaken, depraved and Wrought with fear? Who turned it off? The last thing I remember now Who brought me here? Forsaken, depraved and Wrought with fear Who turned it off? The last thing I remember now Who brought me here? 11. Ambuletz Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Oh lord,
Oh lord, You've made it.... You wanna drag your vessel You wanna hush your voices You better drag your... you better hush your... I'll remember that I'll need to carry on I'll pretend you're not around, I'll forget you Just like everyone else, I'll forget you Is there anybody around, I'll forget you Just like anyone Just because, just because, just because Do you come here ohhh Shiver around, shiver around Oh lord, oh lord, you've made it.... You wanna drag your vessel You wanna hush your voices ...hush your mouth |