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  • 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.
  • the mars volta'nın hayli sıkı işlerinden.

    https://youtu.be/2c0f7efxhxm