Cassandra Gemini (digital Version) by Mars Volta
I think I've become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others
There was a frail syrup dripping off
His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels
Bring me to my knees
Read the sharpened lines
All my arms
Bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows
Spilling from morgue lancet
Caressed your fontanelle
I've sworn to kill
Every last one
Every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
Out of your eyelids
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
All your dreams
splintered off
Leech by leech
On this catafalque
Anyone will tell you
Yes anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted with disease
When she skinned that costume by it's navel strings
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
And out of your eyelids
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
Shockless shackles free you
Fools taste tongues
I better leave you again,
I won't be owned
Not this time
Shockless shackles free you
Volt face cons
abandon you again
I won't feel not this time
Brick by brick
the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep
on nursery slits
Into this life I'm born
Heaven's just a scab away
I'd like to see you after just one taste
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more
let them see it has begun
The others I've become
If you should see the dice
Charmed with it's snaked choked eyes
You'll wear the widows weeds
Because they're just your size
Behind the snail secretion
Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
a limbless procreation
let the infant crawled deformed
A bag replace the breath
of these suffocating sheets
and now when the craving calls
I'll scratch my itchy teeth
And soon
Come on
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