Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus (Cassandra Gemini VIII: E. Sacrophagi. Block-part) (исполнитель: The Mars Volta)
The ocean floor is hidden From your viewing lens depth perception Languished in the night All my life,I've been Sewing the wounds But the seeds sprout lachrymal cloud Que vas a sufrir Salte venedo Salte de aqui Labios temblando Salte venedo Salte de aqui Brincan los cuerpos Vas a sufri-i-ir [es] Ma!- ma!- _ my nails peel back When the [bad word] Goose stepped the freckling impatience All the brittle timbs Five hundred little ki(ll)s{s} I'm pull it off (my) [bad word] [bad word] mon now- All night I'll hope for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre... Sonando. De rabia naci Now this train don't lie An abortion that survived Many years to [bad word] mastacation All severed proof Talons scratch my suit These are the feathers That replace them [bad word] mon now- All night I'll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre. Sonando. De rabia nac Who do you [bad word] Will they feed us the woorm(...) Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the woo-oh-ol I found the remnants Of a crescent fang It cleaned my wing Now down to bone Umbilical syllables Left to decode Down in the cradle I can taste it [bad word] mon now- All night I'll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre Sonando De rabia naci Who-o-ou do you [bad word] Will they feed us the woo(...) Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the woo(...) Bring me this plague (play) She took a drink [bad word] Those nicotine stains On his every word My scavenger quilt Will only hide the [bad word] Bring me... Bring me this pla-a-ay-y... I count the days to find What was left behind Only these names I clutch Will lead me to my home Somehow this river marks wrinkle hand in mine And everyday that parts The water into two Mothers and feathers start To drown the living proof I can't remember _these lakes of blood Wrapped in a blanket _there sweats a cut Oh-e-e-e... [etc] Who do you-u-u [bad word] u-a-a-ast? Will, they feed us the wyrm (will) [...] Chrome the fetal mirage Will, they feed us the whee-el (will) Who do you-u [bad word] ua-A-A-Ast? Will, they, fe-E-ed us the woll Chrome the fetal, me(i)-ra-a-a-age Will they feed us the will WILL THEY FEED US... Ah-a-a-a–a... [etc] [Caugh-caugh...]