Amputechture came Philistine praise Bottomless pit Of empty names Incarcerated habits Pour from the palms Severing the breast Nursing all the young
They needed those locks of dirty red hair A Necklace of follicles With sabertooth monocles They want a bouquet of black rose gems Castrating kisses Stalagtite stems
They went and built a capsule In the cyanide pond Where the holiest of water Would have you to drown
Tomorrow we forget Because now has never left You gotta find my body In the mechacontext
You give me a corpse You live in it now You stir from a camp Nourishment plows
Please dismantle All these phantom limbs It's the evidence Of humans as ornaments
Everyone stabs all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody has chosen to help The shovels that bury me
The dirt is turning Christ To make repent again So I've heard They're cutting All the youngest ones Said this dirt is turning Christ To make repent his lust So I've heard That the puppet Tugs its pull
Please dismantle All these phantom limbs It's the evidence Of humans as ornaments
Everyone stabs all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody has chosen to help The shovels that bury me
Nova meat The prude slit whisper Of bovine heaps Strapped to unearth Of mantis flowers Prunefingers who tug In a zealot's shroud I will scald supreme truth As it touches this house I wall scald supreme truth
Please dismantle All these phantom limbs
It's the evidence
Of humans as ornaments
Scald supreme truth as It touches this house
[Chorus]
It lacks a human pulse |
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