Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Meccamputechture, artist - The Mars Volta. Album song Amputechture, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 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 |