Mars Volta, The Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus... Lyrics
Artist - Mars Volta, The
Album - Frances The Mute
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
ni
salte veneno
salte de aqu
labias temblando
salte veneno
salte de aqu
brincan los cuerpos
vas a sufrir
My nails peel back
When the taxidermist ruined
Goose-stepped the freckling impatience
And all the brittle tombs, five hundred little q's
I'm splitting hairs to match the faces
All night, I'll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean
Sangre sonando de rabia nac
Now this train don't lie
An abortion that survived
A lineage of bastard mastacation
All the severed proof
Talons scratch my suit
These are the feathers that replace them
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 womb?
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb?
I found the remnants of a crescent fang
It cleaned my wing down to the bone
Umbilical syllables left to decode
There was no cradle, I can taste it
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 womb?
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb?
Bring me this plague
She took a drink
Those nicotine stains
On his every word
my scavenger quilt
Will only hide the truth
Bring me this plague
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 wrinkled hand in mine
And every day that parts
The water into two
Mother's and feathers start
To drown the living proof
I can't remember
These lakes of blood
Wrapped in a blanket
There sweats a cut