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Mars Volta lyrics : "Meccamputechture"

Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names

Incarcerated habits
Tore from the palms
Severing the breast

Nursing all the young

They needed 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 pond
Where the holiest of water would have you to drown


Tomorrow we forget
Because 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


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
Humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments
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 the dirt is turning Christ
To make repent his lust

So I've heard
That the puppet
Tugs it's pull


Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It's the evidence of humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments


Everyone stabs 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 scald supreme truth as it touches this house

I scald 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 scald supreme truth as it touches this house
I scald supreme truth as it touches this house

Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy

Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me

Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy

Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me

It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse

It lacks a human pulse

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