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THE MARS VOLTA
FRANCES THE MUTE |
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Cassandra Gemini
[a. TARANTISM]
You can't bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing cold and there's nothing you can do
Soon there'll be no gauze, inside the confessional
Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath
And one day you'll remember
Behind the melting cones,
I said, one day you'll remember
Behind the melting cones,
You always had a family
In the burial of your home.
In the burial of your home.
Night forever more
Night forever more
Night forever more
Night forever more
Night forever more
And I'll peel back all of my skin
I'll peel back and let it all run
Peel back all of my skin
Peel back and let it all run
Peel back all of my skin
[b. PLANT A NAIL IN THE NAVEL STREAM]
[Instrumental]
[c. FAMINEPULSE]
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by the cuticle thorns,
Dried the sleep on nursery slits
Into this life I'm born
Havens 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
[d. MULTIPLE SPOUSE WOUNDS]
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
No there's no light,
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there's no light, no there's no time
You ain't got nothing, your life was just a lie.
No there's no light, no there's no time
You ain't got nothing, your life was just a lie.
[e. SARCOPHAGI]
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens
A depth perception languished in the night
All my life, I've been sowing the wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud
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