The Mars Volta - Amputechture lyrics
Tracks 01. Vicarious Atonement
02. Tetragrammaton 03. Vermicide 04. Meccamputechture 05. Asilos Magdalena 06. Viscera Eyes 07. Day Of The Baphomets 08. El Ciervo Vulnerado 01. Vicarious Atonement Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive My bones never ache Unless she's nearby Where is your face In a safe of dead tongues I can see your reflection In your totem first born I suspect You've been carrying a pack of wolves I regret Not killing you while I had the chance Maybe I will always haunt you Mark the somnolence with truth Better hang your dead palace Than have a living home to lose In the river ganges god damns my name Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes A rasp of tails 02. Tetragrammaton Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Tell me it's over
Rusbel awaits I've been to the surface And nothing is there Eyelids sank muffled In the nerve aura sound But when she awakes Will she still be with us My heart is darkclots Leap year is late How did you get here Ask all but the bait From a Christ that went hissing Constricting his cells We summon by candle by book and by bell Glossolalia coats my skin Glycerin and turbulence Stuffed the voice inside of God Mirrors to the animals The sermon goes mourning Pricking it's hail Slothful the child That preys on the seed Shall behead the drough Wound under sleeves I hope you have room In a thicket of vines Give me a moment To clean what you've stole The streets will hang high Stretch ribs and let taste We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith Glossolalia coats my skin Glycerin and turbulence Stuffed the voice inside of God Mirrors to the animals Then so long Dear mnemonic Assume the form You've given me and I'll spill Now hold on Just hold my hand Say that they made you But you brought your own leash Tell me no more no Say I'm the last one Outside By the drift You read my will Of thread and itch Failure to comply As failure to decease And still you won't know everything I've built the fall Sulking drained the fall of my pale will Swarming by your steps Licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts It only meant to drape a plastic Over the stuck pig scalp of head To cover the sock where the flatline had spread The kiosk in my temporal lobe Is shaped like rosalyn carter She says my map is home again But torn face down I have only but a million blemishes To tell you all about In the end they just gagged me To make him come out Gas me the hind Of your five legged snare Tooth picks the eye But no things there Down drags your waltz Cross the alter top From a sleep that Depravation knew Trespass your form I'm void of dusk I'd ask to look But the mask stays on You'll levitate Teutonic print Cruelty is the wrath Of my instrument In the end they just gagged me To make him come out You locked the cuffs Arsenic erupts Will you drink the shadow Of my red hair You and your false Witness to God You've one in the chamber But your finger got stuck Let slip the sound Of a cry for help But all was lost On the night you walked Palms speak through eyes Serve your memory lost I contaminate with insignias In the end they just gagged me To make him come out Glossolalia coats my skin Glycerin and turbulence Stuffed the voice inside of God Mirrors to the animals Wait till it get my hands on you I won't forget a face that left me Just you wait Till i get my hands on you I can't You won't remember Unwrap my corpse And let it thaw In the eye of the needle I can't get out They'll check my wrist I'll faint a pulse I'm not the human You thought I was If you pet the night Sixth pentacle dice If you roll the seven St. Michael dies They'll be no ransom Don't shut my mouth I scald the answer You're afraid of 03. Vermicide Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
There with them is error
We are sacrosanct A taunting of ravens to you My swarms have fit the holster My faith burnt every house Like no other manger I am emptier with doubt Bare them Sevens Three to a pall Marks the Venom Lush and terminal When I became your larvae You fed me from your plates Now my slouch is nervous Sinking by the face Wrinkled by this gravel Skinless trace of time Wear your cobwebs proudly In your cheap and brittle sight My glands emit this carnage These pews bend back your knees That uniform it wears you When the ultimatum pleads Bare them Sevens Three to a pall Marks the Venom Lush and terminal That cesspool it becomes you Just north of the eyebrows Squat the hole for a pucker When the rations go blonde The salted stitch is patient Waiting to engulf There is plasma from this hoax Pretending to be us Embalming all the fluids I must I must I prefer to burn it I must I must 04. Meccamputechture Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Amputechture came
Philistine praise Bottomless pit Of empty names Incarcerated habits Pour from the palms Severing the breast Nursing all the young Beneath those locks of dirty red hair A necklace of follicles With sabertooth monocles They want a bouquet of black rose gems Castrating kisses Stalagtite stems They went and built a capsule In the cyanide pond Where the holiest of water Would have you to drown Tomorrow we forget Beause 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 Please dismantle All these phantom limbs It's the evidence Of 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 this dirt is turning Christ To make repent his lust So I've heard That the puppet Tugs its pull Please dismantle All these phantom limbs It's the evidence Of humans as ornaments Everyone stares 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 will scald supreme truth Please dismantle All these phantom limbs It's the evidence Of humans as ornaments [chorus] It lacks a human pulse 05. Asilos Magdalena Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Enfermo llege
Y para componerme Ando de vago No me des tu obedencia Porque te enseño mi cuerpo de lodo Donde el piel estubo debil Con una hambre que no me de je cantar En me vida El oscuro me mantiene Cuando yo te vi En la lluvia me Prometiste tu sangre Yo no me quedo Ya que calle de este mundo Cargo un navaja dios mio para ti Cuantas veses me mordiste Y cuantas veses yo me fui Ya no estoy enamorado Con tus mentiras Pa el infierno me duermo Porque el infierno es la unica verdad En mi vida El oscuro me mantiene Cuando yo te vi En la lluvia me Prometiste tu sangre yo no me quedo Estrella de la mañana Samael te persigo a ti Y si me quemo sin alas Ademas me muero por ti 06. Viscera Eyes Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladron cuenta se dio Trapa mal hecho de trampas Te lo juro que yo si te mato Y con cada dia que se pase recuerdate Quien era el mas poderoso Don't let me, don't let me go There is a venom in numerical lies Your convalescent thorns Are but a crown of magnets They fold the snakes inside that third glass eye Come on and die In your viscera eyes Cateracts close the blinds Let me let comfort come drown by your side Hay mi hija no me llores Porque yo te quito de esta cruz A noche te vi caminado Sin la alma de tu cuerpo En los brasos Sin luz Stains fall into the brick wall severed Four of them were watching While the other three did hide The culprit spat the seed From a podium of glass Shattering the sigil That you thought was deitized Don't let me, don't let me go There is a venom in numerical lies Your convalescent thorns Are but a crown of maggots They rot the shakes Inside that third glass eye Come on and give it to me Come on and die In your viscera eyes Cateracts close the blinds Let me let comfort come drown by your side Wait I've seen the arc shake From your mnemonic tongue But the braille That you weave Of itself, it shall read aloud Yes it will I said she's falling, she's still falling But no one wants to come She's crawling she's still crawling On your burial ground 07. Day Of The Baphomets Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Sawing off the pavement
Repenting their past lives Might I be the only payment left To be left behind Clay and pigment footsteps Rust it boiling clean Our bull let in linguistics That only we can breathe I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchers Raise your entrails as an offer Fondling with pitchforks In a cattle prodded sea Signaling the sedatives To emaciate their queen Bowing in constriction Anytime you leave We snuffed ourselves an angel And cut her by the wings I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchers Raise your entrails as an offer In my sight I was born To bring death at the footsteps of your home Tonight I have sewn All the hair and crooked nails That you all have worn While your wife Sits at home I plant the vermin Because she needs it so How long must we fold by hand The nuns are burning wheels again Dent of mattress to make it bare Come clean with the anecdote After all we came undone Pale of sluts with host at fault One day we won't pay your debt Our centipedes will get theirs yet Poachers in your home Poachers in your home How long must we fold by hand The nuns are burning wheels again Dent of mattress to make it bare Come clean with the anecdote After all we came undone Pale of sluts with host at fault One day we won't pay your debt Our centipedes will get theirs yet Fold the river by the lips As a cruel and smothered wind Fits the gash with ornaments Dawn is nodding off again Raised the braille to read it clear Gathered by the cholera Rinse the burns in cauldrons Help the palm we see a lens My hands secrete a monument My hands secrete a monument I am the reason Four your missing child They might be home But there's no trace Under your pillow I have left a spine Oh the things we do When you're away I saw the message That you wrote in the sand Dismembered hints that carve away The anesthetic of your gospel said Put a muzzle on the lamb Give me one page Give me one page Make it blank Mace that I leak Will rain Give me one page Give me one page Make it blank Race I inflict Your way Maybe one day you'll stop and realize The throne that you serve is dead Give me a plague Give me a plague Make it blank Nothing you own is safe 08. El Ciervo Vulnerado Music by Omar Rodríguez-López Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
I've been drinking black mirror again
The closer we part I needed to touch your lips With the nail in my heart The night that you caught me My coffin did walk I fell at your mercy I fell in your grave Meccamputechture That stands in my way The younger I stay An elderly child The longer the mirror gives birth To the death I file If you consume me I will not let you go If you walk right through me My voice will taint your throat Blessed be the wrong I've done Someone is watching us Someone has found Flourescent ligaments On a black white tile Why do you call them If your kingdom won't come The younger I stay Forever I rot If you consume me I will not let you go If you walk right through me My voice will taint your throat Blessed be the wrong I've done Because the flies my mouth spill Bare the children at play |