Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: Pisacis (phra-men-ma) Lyrics - Frances The Mute - Mars Volta

I've always wanted 

To eat glass with you again 

But I never knew how 

How to talk without 

Walls dropping on the eve 

The nest they made couldn't break you 

Along the fallen 

Scowled a fence of beaks 

But the temple is scathing 

Through your veins 

They were scaling 

Through an ice pick of abcess rekoning 

And when Miranda sang 

Everyone turned away 

Used to the noose they obey 

And whoever said that they would scatter 

Separating the mother from child 

She can bat a broken eyelid 

Raining maggots from it's sty 

And with the traces that she leaves 

She will skin you out alive 

All the children go grinding their jaws 

The sweet smell of their toothless canals 

And the damn she will break, make an ocean from this lake 

As they siphon off all of our blood 

And when Miranda sang 

Everyone turned away 

Used to the noose the obey