Vermicide Lyrics - Amputechture - Mars Volta

There with them is error 

We are sacrosanct 

A taunting of ravens to you 

My swarms have fit the holster 

My faith burnt every house 

Like no other manger 

I am emptier with doubt 

Bare them 

Sevens 

Three to a pall 

Marks the 

Venom 

Lush and terminal 

When I became your larvae 

You fed me from your plates 

Now my slouch is nervous 

Sinking by the face 

Wrinkled by this gravel 

Skinless trace of time 

Wear your cobwebs proudly 

In your cheap and brittle sight 

My glands emit this carnage 

These pews bend back your knees 

That uniform it wears you 

When the ultimatum pleads 

Bare them 

Sevens 

Three to a pall 

Marks the 

Venom 

Lush and terminal 

That cesspool it becomes you 

Just north of the eyebrows 

Squat the hole for a pucker 

When the rations go blonde 

The salted stitch is patient 

Waiting to engulf 

There is plasma from this hoax 

Pretending to be us 

Embalming all the fluids 

I must, I must 

I prefer to burn it 

I must, I must