The Mars Volta Meccamputechture Lyrics

Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names
Incarcerated habit poured from the palms
Severing the breast
Nursing all the young

They needed those locks
Of dirty red hair
Necklace of follicles
With sabertooth monocles
They want a bouquet of black rose gems
Castrating kisses
Stalactite stems

They went and built a capsule
In the cyanide pond
Where the holiest of water would have you to drown

Tomorrow we forget
Cause now has never left
You gotta find my body
In the Mecca context

You give me a corpse
You live in it now
You stir from a camp
Nourishment plows

You give me a corpse
You live in it now
You stir from a camp
Nourishment plows

Please dismantle
All these phantom limbs
It's the evidence
Of humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments

Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody's chosen to help the shovels that bury me

This dirt is turning Christ
To make repent again
So I've heard
They're cutting
All the youngest ones
Said this dirt is turning Christ
To make repent his l___
So I've heard that the puppet tugs its pull

Please dismantle
All these phantom limbs
It's the evidence of humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments

Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody's chosen to help these shovels that bury me

Nova meat
The Prude slit whisper
strapped to unearth
Of mantis flowers
Prunefingers who tug in a zealot's shroud

Abscond supreme truth
As it touches this house
Abscond supreme truth

Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It's the evidence of humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments

Scald supreme truth as it touches this house
Scald supreme truth as it touches this house

Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody's chosen to help these shovels that bury me

Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody's chosen to help these shovels that bury me

It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse
It lacks a human pulse -- Don't know for sure now
It lacks a human pulse -- Don't know for sure now
It lacks a human pulse -- Ah, ah, ah

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