Meccamputechture Lyrics - Amputechture - Mars Volta

Amputechture came 

Philistine praise 

Bottomless pit of empty names 

Incarcerated habits poured from the palms 

Severing the breast 

Dancing on his arms 

Beneath those locks 

Of dirty red hair 

A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles 

They want a bouquet of black rose gems 

Cascading 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 mechacontext 

You give me a corpse 

You live in it now 

You're stir from a camp nourishment plows 

You give me a corpse 

You live in it now 

You're 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 has choosen 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 lust 

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 has choosen to help the shovels that bury me 

Nova meat 

The prude slit whispers of bovine heaps 

Strapped to unearth of mantis flowers 

Prunefingers who tug in a zealot's shroud 

I will scald supreme truth as it touches this house 

I will scald 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 

I will scald supreme truth as it touches this house 

I will scald supreme truth as it touches this house 

Everyone stabs all the time 

Persuasion deflowers your sympathy 

Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury me 

Everyone stabs all the time 

Persuasion deflowers your sympathy 

Everybody has choosen to help the 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