Mars Volta - Cygnus...vismund Cygnus: Sarcophagi lyrics

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The ocean floor is hidden<br />

From your viewing lens<br />

A depth perception<br />

Languished in the night<br />

All my life,I've been<br />

Sewing the wounds<br />

But the seeds sprout<br />

A lachrymal cloud<br />

<br />

Nino preparate<br />

Que vas sufrir<br />

Nino preparate<br />

Salte veneno<br />

Nino preparate<br />

Salte de aqui<br />

Nino preparate<br />

Labios temblando<br />

Nino preparate<br />

Salte veneno<br />

Nino preparate<br />

Salte de aqui<br />

Nino preparate<br />

Brincan los cuerpos<br />

Vas a sufrir<br />

<br />

My nails peel back<br />

When the taxidermist ruined<br />

Goose stepped the freckling impatience<br />

All the brittle tombs<br />

Five hundred little q's<br />

I'm splitting hairs to<br />

Match the faces<br />

<br />

All night long I'll hunt for you<br />

Let me show you what I mean<br />

Sangre<br />

Sonando<br />

De rabia naci<br />

<br />

Now this train don't lie<br />

An abortion that survived<br />

A lineage of<br />

Bastard mastacation<br />

All the severed proof<br />

Talons scratch my suite<br />

These are the feathers<br />

That replace them<br />

<br />

All night I'll hunt for you<br />

Let me show you what I mean<br />

Sangre<br />

Sonando<br />

De rabia nací<br />

<br />

Who do you trust<br />

Will they feed us the womb<br />

Chrome the fetal mirage<br />

Will they feed us the womb<br />

I found the remnants<br />

Of a crescent fang<br />

It cleaned my wing<br />

Down to the bone<br />

Umbilical syllables<br />

Left to decode<br />

There was no cradle<br />

I can taste it<br />

Come on now<br />

<br />

All night I'll hunt for you<br />

Let me show you what I mean<br />

Sangre<br />

Sonando<br />

De rabia naci<br />

<br />

Who do you trust<br />

Will they feed us the womb<br />

Chrome the fetal mirage<br />

Will they feed us the womb<br />

Bring me this plague<br />

She took a drink<br />

Those nicotine stains<br />

On his every word<br />

My scavenger quilt<br />

Will only hide the truth<br />

Bring me<br />

Bring me this plague<br />

I count the days to find<br />

What was left behind<br />

Only these names I clutch<br />

Will lead me to my home<br />

Somehow this river marks<br />

A wrinkle hand in mine<br />

And everyday that parts<br />

The water into two<br />

Mothers and feathers start<br />

To drown the living proof<br />

I can't remember these lakes of blood<br />

Wrapped in a blanket<br />

There sweats a cut<br />

Who do you trust<br />

Will they feed us the womb<br />

Chrome the fetal mirage<br />

Will they feed us the womb