Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meccamputechture , by - The Mars Volta. Song from the album Amputechture, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Meccamputechture |
| Amputechture came |
| Philistine praise |
| Bottomless pit of empty names |
| Incarcerated habits pour 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 |
| 'cause 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| Prune fingers who tug in a zealot’s shroud |
| I will scald supreme truth |
| As it touches this house |
| I will 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 |
| Scald supreme truth as it touches this house |
| 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 |