day of the baphomets

• amputechture adlı the mars volta albümünün yedinci ve sondan bir önceki parçası. elbette (bkz: baphomet)
  
  sözlerini de kopyalayalım:
  
  sawing off the pavement
  repenting their past lives
  might i be the only payment left
  to be left behind
  clay and pigment footsteps
  rust it boiling clean
  our bull let in linguistics
  that only we can breathe
  
  i gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now
  beneath sepulchers
  raise your entrails as an offer
  
  fondling with pitchforks
  in a cattle prodded sea
  signaling the sedatives
  to emaciate their queen
  bowing in constriction
  anytime you leave
  we snuffed ourselves an angel
  and cut her by the wings
  
  i gotta prayer that'll make you sweat now
  beneath sepulchers
  way down entrails has to offer
  
  in my sight i was born
  to bring death at the footsteps of your home
  tonight
  i have sewn
  all the hair and crooked nails
  that you all have worn
  while your wife
  sits at home
  i plant the vermin
  because she needs it so
  
  how long must we fold by hand
  the nuns are burning wheels again
  dent of mattress to make it bare
  come clean with the antidote
  after all we came undone
  pale of sluts with host at fault
  one day we won't pay your debt
  our centipedes will get theirs yet
  
  poachers in your home
  poachers in your home
  
  how long must we fold by hand
  the nuns are burning wheels again
  dent of mattress to make it bare
  come clean with the antidote
  after all we came undone
  pale of sluts with host at fault
  one day we won't pay your debt
  our centipedes will get theirs yet
  
  fold the river by the lips
  as a cruel and smothered wind
  fits the gash with ornaments
  dawn is nodding off again
  raised the braille to read it clear
  gathered by the cholera
  rinse the burns in cauldrons
  help the palm we see a lens
  my hands secrete a monument
  my hands secrete a monument
  
  i am the reason
  four your missing child
  they might be home
  but there's no trace
  under your pillow
  i have left a spine
  oh the things we do
  when you're away
  i saw the message
  that you wrote in the sand
  dismembered hints that carve away
  the anesthetic of your gospel said
  put a muzzle on the lamb
  
  give me one page
  give me one page
  make it blank
  mace that i leak
  will rain
  give me one page
  give me one page
  make it blank
  race i inflict
  your way
  
  maybe one day you'll stop and realize
  the throne that you serve is dead
  
  give me a plague
  give me a plague
  make it blank
  nothing you own is safe
• tam tamına 11 dakika 59 saniye sürüyor ama o kadar güzel ki ne zaman başladı ne zaman bitti insan anlamıyor bile.
• tek kelimeyle "manyaklık".
  
  (bkz: bunu yapan insan olamaz)
• (bkz: metaaal)
• the mars volta şarkısı. sözlerinin çevirisi için (bkz: #129185486).