miranda that ghost just isn t holy anymore

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  1. the mars volta nin frances the mute albumunde bulunan sarkisi. 4 bolumden olusur:

    a. vade mecum

    i’ve always wanted
    to eat glass with you again
    but i never knew how
    how to talk without
    walls dropping on the eve
    the nest they made couldn’t break you
    along the fallen
    scowled a fence of beaks
    but the temple is scathing
    through your veins
    they were scaling
    through an ice pick of abscess reckoning

    and when miranda sang
    everyone turned away
    used to the noose they obey

    and whoever said that they would scatter
    separating the mother from child
    she can bat a broken eyelid
    raining maggots from it’s sty
    and with the traces that she leaves
    she will skin you out alive

    all the children go grinding their jaws
    the sweet smell of their toothless canals
    and the damn she will break,
    make an ocean from this lake
    as they siphon off all our blood

    and when miranda sang
    everyone turned away
    used to the noose they obey

    and when miranda sang
    everyone turned away
    used to the noose they obey

    and when miranda sang
    everyone turned away
    used to the noose they obey

    b. pour another icepick
    i think i've become like one of the others
    i think i've become like one of the others
    i think i've become like one of the others

    there was a frail syrup dripping off
    his lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
    decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
    gizzard soft as a mane of needles
    his orifice icicles hemorrhaged
    by combing her torso to a pile
    perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
    she was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels

    bring me to my knees
    read the sharpened lines
    all my arms,
    bled me blind
    faucet leaks in shadows
    spilling from morgue lancet
    caressed your fontanelle
    i've sworn to kill every last one
    every last one
    panic in the shakes of the wounded
    panic in the worms
    onto the floor
    and out of your mouth
    out of your eyelids

    no there's no light, in the darkest
    of your furthest reaches
    no there's no light, in the darkest
    of your furthest reaches

    all your dreams, splintered off
    leech by leech on this catafalque
    anyone will tell you, yes anyone
    chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
    your mother flirted with disease
    when she skinned that costume by it's navel strings
    panic in the shakes of the wounded
    panic in the worms, onto the floor
    and out of your mouth
    and out of your eyelids

    no there's no light, in the darkest
    of your furthest reaches
    no there's no light, in the darkest
    of your furthest reaches
    no there's no light, in the darkest
    of your furthest reaches

    shock lest shackles free you
    volt face cons
    abandon you again
    i won't feel not this time

    shock lest shackles free you
    volt face cons
    abandon you again
    i won't feel not this time

    c. pisacis (phra-men-ma)

    brick by brick, the night eclipsed
    pricked by cuticle thorns
    dried the sleep on nursery slits
    into this life i'm born
    heaven's just a scab away
    i'd like to see you after just one taste

    sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
    night forever more,
    let them see it has begun
    the others i've become

    if you should see the dice,
    charmed with it's snaked choked eyes
    you'll wear the widows weeds
    because they're just your size
    behind the snail secretion,
    leaves a dry heave that absorbs
    a limbless procreation,
    let the infant crawled deformed
    a bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets
    and now when the craving calls
    i'll scratch my itchy teeth

    come on and sing it now...

    sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight,
    night forever more
    sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight,
    night forever more

    she fell for the whispers,
    sister flooded deaf tears
    that night tore a river,
    in her baron womb mirror
    and his multiple sons with their mandible tongues
    set crucified fires to petrified homes...
    let it burn

    and the owls they were watching
    and the owls didn't care
    then the owls came a knocking,
    placenta in their stares
    they will feed on all the carnage,
    leftover from the flood
    and in the corner of their eyes,
    fled sister l' via
    sister l' via

    now the pieces went floating,
    reflecting all at dusk
    conceived from the stabbing,
    was vismund cygnus

    twenty five wives in the lake tonight...

    d. con safo

    twenty five wives in the lake tonight
    raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
    twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
    yeah the icepicks coming on the marble shrine
    twenty five snakes are drowning
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