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The Mars Volta - tarantism Lyrics - Zortam Music
Song:tarantism
Album:Frances the Mute (JP RETAIL)Genres:Progressive Rock
Year:2005 Length:400 sec

Lyrics:

I think I've become one of the others
Think I've become one of the others
I think I've become 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 hemorrhage 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 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

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 its 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
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

Shock-less shackles free you
Volt-face cons
Abandon you again, I won't feel, not this time
Shock-less shackles free you
Volt-face cons
Abandon you again, I won't feel, not this time

Oh yeah

Brick by brick, the night eclipsed, pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep of 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 forevermore
Let them see it has begun
The others I've become

If you should see the dice, charmed with its 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 crawl deformed
A bag replace the breath of these suffocating sheets
And now when the craving calls, I'll scratch my itchy teeth

And soon
Come on and sing it now
Come on and sing it now
Come on and sing it now

Sink your teeth into the flesh, into the flesh of midnight
Night forevermore
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever now

She fell for the whispers, sister flooded deaf tears
That night tore a river in her barren womb mirror
And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues
Set crucified fires to petrified homes
Let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it burn
Let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, 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
Left over 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

Oh yeah, yeah

Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight

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 cumming on the marble shrine
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 cumming, cumming tonight
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 cumming on the marble shrine
Twenty-five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty-five snakes pour out your eyes
Twenty-five snakes are drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning

Twenty-five, they will run
Twenty-five, they will run
Twenty-five, they will run
Twenty-five, they will run
And twenty-five, they will run
They will run

You can't bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing cold, cold, cold, cold, cold and there's nothing you can do

Soon there'll be no gauze inside the confessional
Only rows of crows defrocking every breath
Breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath

And one day you'll remember
Behind the melting cones
I said one day you'll remember
Behind the melting cones
You've always had a family in the burial of your home
In the burial of your home
Of your home, of your home

Not forevermore
Not forevermore
Not forevermore
Not forevermore
Not forevermore

And I peel back all of my skin
I peel it back let it all run
I peel back all of my skin
I peel it back let it all run
Peel back all of my skin

Brick by brick, the night eclipsed, pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep of 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 forevermore
Let them see it has begun
The others I've become

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 light, no there's no time)
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
(You ain't got nothing, your life was just a lie)
No there's no light
(No, there's no light, no there's no time)
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
(You ain't got nothing, your life was just a lie)

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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