Lyrics The Mars Volta

The Mars Volta

Meccamputechture

Amputechture came

Philistine praise

Bottomless pit of empty names

Incarcerated habit tore from the palms

Severing the breast

Melting 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

Castrating kisses stalactite stems

They went and built a capsule in the cyanide one

Where the holiest of water would have you to drown

Tomorrow is a gift

‘Cause now is never left

You gotta find my body

In the Mecca context

You give me a corpse

You live in it now

You’re staring from unkempt nourishment plows

You give me a corpse

You live in it now

You’re staring from unkempt nourishment plows

Please dismantle all this phantom limbs

It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments

Everyone stares all the time

Persuasion deflowers your sympathy

Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and burying me

This stir 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 puppets tugs its pull

Please dismantle all this phantom limbs

It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments

Humans as ornaments

Everyone stares all the time

Persuasion deflowers your sympathy

Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and burying me

Now for meat

The pin slipped whispers of both of our heaps

Swept to an earth of Magdalen’s frowns

Prune fingers who tug at a zealot’s shroud

I obsconse supreme truth as it touches this house

I obsconse 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 obsconse supreme truth as it touches this house

I obsconse supreme truth as it touches this house

Everyone stares all the time

Persuasion deflowers your sympathy

Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and bury

Everyone stares all the time

Persuasion deflowers your sympathy

Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and burying

It lacks a human corpse

It lacks a human corpse

It lacks a human corpse

It lacks a human corpse

It lacks a human corpse

It lacks a human corpse

It lacks a human corpse – don’t know for sure now

It lacks a human corpse – don’t know for sure now

It lacks a human corpse – Ah, ah, ah