Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus

Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus

The Mars Volta

Альбом: Frances The Mute
Длительность: 13:03
Год: 2005
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The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens 
A depth perception languished in the night 
All my life, I've been sewing the wounds 
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud 
Ooh-ooh

(Niño prepárate) que vas sufrir 
(Niño prepárate) salte veneno 
(Niño prepárate) salte de aquí
(Niño prepárate) labios temblando 
(Niño prepárate) salte veneno 
(Niño prepárate) salte de aquí
(Niño prepárate) brincan los cuerpos 
(Niño prepárate) Vas a sufrir 

My, my, my nails peel back 
When the taxidermist ruined 
Goose stepped the freckling impatience 
All the brittle tombs 
Five hundred little q's 
I'm splitting hairs to match the faces 

Come on now
All night 
I'll hunt for you 
Let me show you what I mean 
Sangre 
Sonando 
De rabia nací

Now this trail don't lie 
An abortion that survived 
A lineage of bastard mastacation 
All the severed proof 
Talons scratch my suite 
These are the feathers that replace them 

Come on now
All night 
I'll hunt for you 
Let me show you what I mean 
Sangre 
Sonando 
De rabia nací

Who do you trust?
Will they feed us the womb?
Chrome the fetal mirage 
Will they feed us the womb? Yeah

I found the remnants of a crescent fang 
It cleaned my wing down to the bone 
Umbilical syllables left to decode 
There was no cradle, I can taste it 

Come on now
All night 
I'll hunt for you 
Let me show you what I mean 
Sangre 
Sonando 
De rabia nací

Who do you trust?
Will they feed us the womb?
Chrome the fetal mirage 
Will they feed us the womb? Yeah

Bring me this plague 
She took a drink 
Those nicotine stains 
On his every word 
My scavenger quilt 
Will only hide the truth 
Bring me 
Bring me this plague 

I count the days to find 
What was left behind 
Only these names I clutch 
Will lead me to my home 
Somehow this river marks 
A wrinkle hand in mine 
And everyday that parts 
The water into two 
Mothers and feathers start 
To drown the living proof 
I can't remember 
These lakes of blood 
Wrapped in a blanket 
There sweats a cut 

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh

Who do you trust?
Will they feed us the womb?
Chrome the fetal mirage 
Will they feed us the womb? 
Who do you trust?
Will they feed us the womb?
Chrome the fetal mirage 
Will they feed us the womb? 
Will they feed us the womb?