Viscera Eyes Lyrics - Amputechture - Mars Volta

Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras 

Este ladron cuenta se dio 

Trapa mal hecho de trampas te lo juro 

Que yo si te mato 

Y con cada dia que se pase recuerdate 

Quien era el mas poderoso 

(For when I saw you sick with lies 

This thief, he took notice 

Trap poorly made of tricks I swear to you 

And with everyday that passes 

Remember, Who was the most powerful) 

Don't let me 

Don't let me go 

There is a venom in numerical lies 

Your convalescent thorns 

Are but a crown of magnets 

They fold the shakes inside that third glass eye 

Come on and give it to me 

Come on and die 

In your viscera eyes 

Cataracts close the blinds 

Let me let comfort 

Come drown by your side 

Aye, mi hija, no me llores 

porque te quito de esta cruz 

Y anoche te vi caminado sin la alma de tu cuerpo 

En los brazos sin luz 

(Oh my daughter, don't cry for me 

Because I'll take you off this cross 

And last night I saw you walking without the soul of your body 

In your arms without light) 

Stains fall into the brickwall severed 

Four of them were watching 

While the other three did hide 

The culprits spat the seed from a premium of glass 

Shattering the sigil that you thought was deitized 

Don't let me 

Don't let me go 

There is a venom in numerical lies 

Your convalescent thorns 

Are but a crown of maggots 

They rot the shakes inside that third glass eye 

Come on and give it to me 

Come on and die 

In your viscera eyes 

Cataracts close the blinds 

Let me let comfort 

Come drown by your side 

In your viscera eyes 

Cataracts close the blinds 

Let me let comfort 

Come drown by your side 

Wait! I've seen the ark shake from your pneumonic tongue 

But the braile that you weave of itself it shall read aloud 

Yes it will 

I said, she's falling, she's still falling 

But no one wants to come 

She's crawling, she's still crawling 

On your burial ground 

Said, she's falling, she's still falling 

But no one wants to come 

I said, she's crawling, she's still crawling 

On your burial, ground