Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus , by - The Mars Volta. Release date: 10.02.2005
Song language: English
Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus |
| 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 |
| Nino preparate |
| Que vas sufrir |
| Nino preparate |
| Salte veneno |
| Nino preparate |
| Salte de aqui |
| Nino preparate |
| Labios temblando |
| Nino preparate |
| Salte veneno |
| Nino preparate |
| Salte de aqui |
| Nino preparate |
| Brincan los cuerpos |
| Vas a sufrir |
| My nails peel back |
| When the taxidermist ruined |
| Goose stepped the freckling impatience |
| All the brittle tombs |
| Five hundred little q’s |
| I’m splitting hairs to Match the faces |
| All night long I’ll hunt for you |
| Let me show you what I mean |
| Sangre |
| Sonando |
| De rabia naci |
| Now this train don’t lie |
| An abortion that survived |
| A lineage of Bastard mastacation |
| All the severed proof |
| Talons scratch my suite |
| 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 naci |
| 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 Come on now |
| All night I’ll hunt for you |
| Let me show you what I mean |
| Sangre |
| Sonando |
| De rabia naci |
| 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 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 wrinkle hand in mine |
| And everyday that parts |
| The water into two |
| Mothers and feathers start |
| To drown the living proof |
| I can’t remember these lakes of blood |
| Wrapped in a blanket |
| There sweats a cut |
| Who do you trust |
| Will they feed us the womb |
| Chrome the fetal mirage |
| Will they feed us the womb |