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Á¦¸ñ: Cassandra Geminni
°¡¼ö: Mars Volta

Cassandra Gemini 1
I think I've become one of the others oh oh [x3]
Ya yaah
There was a frail serum 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 a combing of 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 fontanel
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
And out of your eyelids
Know there's no light,
in the darkest of your furthest reaches
Know 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 the 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
Know there's no light,
in the darkest of your furthest reaches [x4]

Shock lest shackles free you
Volt face cons
abandon you again I won't feel not this time [x2]
Oh-ooh ya

Cassandra Gemini 2
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep of nursery slits
Into this life I'm born
Heaven's just a scab away
I'd like to see you after just one taste
Oh oh ho oh
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 replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets
And now that the craving calls
I'll scratch my itchy teeth

Sing it now
Come on and sing it now [x3]
Sink your teeth
Into the flesh into the flesh of midnight, night forever more
Sink your teeth
Into the flesh of midnight, like the revenant

She fell for the whispers, sister flooded deaf tears
That night tore a river, in her baron womb mirror
And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues
Set crucified fires to petrified homes
I let it burn. I wanna let it burn
And the owls they were watching
And the owls didn't care
Then the owls came a knocking, placenta in their stares
They will feed on all the carnage, leftover from the flood
And in the corner of their eyes, fled sister L' Via sister L¡¯Via
Now the pieces went floating, reflecting all at dusk
Conceived from the stabbing, was Vismund Cygnus

Twenty five wives in the lake tonight [x6]

Cassandra Gemini 3
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the ice is coming on the marble shrine
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the icepicks coming, coming tonight
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the ice is coming on the marble shrine
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
Twenty-five snakes are drowning
Drowning [x4]
Twenty five over [x4]

Cassandra Gemini 4
You can't bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing (cold x5) and there's nothing you can do
Soon there'll be no gauze, inside the confessional
Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath

And one day you'll remember behind the melting cones,
I said one day you¡¯ll remember behind the melting cones
You always had a family in the burial of your home
In the burial of your home

Night forever more[x5]

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