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The Mars Volta

Viscera Eyes

 

Viscera Eyes

(الألبوم: Amputechture - 2006)


Por quando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladrón cuenta se dio
Trapa mal hecho de trampas te lo juro
Que yo te mato
Y con cada día que se pase recuerdate
Quién era el más poderoso

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

Hay mi hija no me llores
Porque yo te quito de esta cruz
A noche te vi caminando sin la alma de tu cuerpo
En los brazos sin luz

Stains fall into the brick wall severed
Four of them were watching
While the other three did hide
The culprit spat the seed from a podium 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 arc shake from your mnemonic tongue
But the braille 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
I 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

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