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Artist: Mars Volta
Song: Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus
Lyrics :
The ancient flow is hidden from the viewing lens
Of depth perception languished in the night
All my life I've been sowing the wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud
(Spanish I can't make out)
Linda los cuerpos
(More Spanish I can't make out)
My my my nails peeled back
And the taxidermy's ruined
Goose-stepped the freckling impatience
And all the brittle tombs, like perfect little queues
I'll put an end to acrid faces
C'mon now, all night
I'll hold to you
Let me show you what I mean
Sombra
De su mano
Hermano, nací
Now this trail don't lie
And the portion that survive
Lineage you dressed in mastication
When all is said and proved
And talent's scratched right through
These are the feathers that replace them
C'mon now, all night
I'll hold to you
Let me show you what I mean
Sombra
De su mano
Hermano, nací
Who do you trust?
Will they feed us the womb?
Clone the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb?
I found the remnants of eclipsing fame
It cleaned my wing down to the bone
Umbilical syllables left to decode
They want the cradle, I can taste it
C'mon now, all night
I'll hold to you
Let me show you what I mean
Sombra
De su mano
Hermano, nací
Who do you trust?
Will they feed us the womb?
Clone the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb?
Bring me this pain
It's strict, the truth
Those nicotine stains
They're always everywhere
[Rat scabbin' junk man]
Will only hide the truth
Bring me, bring me this pain
I count the days to find
What was left behind
Only these names I clutch
Will lead me to my home
Somehow this river walks
A wrinkled hand in mine
And every day that parts
The water rinses you
Mother's embarrassed of
To drown the living proof
I can't remember
These lakes of blood
Wrapped in a blanket
They'll threat to cut
