The Mars Volta - Ca**andra Geminni - A. Tarantism lyrics

i think i've become like one of the others i think i've become like one of the others i think i've become like 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 gizard soft as a mane of needles his orifice icicles hemmoraged 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 the shadows spilling from morgue lancet caressed your fontanels i've sworn to k** 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 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 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 desease 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 shock lest shackles free you volt face cons abandon you again i won't feel not this time shock lest shackles free you volt face cons abandon you again i won't feel not this time