Miranda, that Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore
The Mars Volta
Frances the Mute (2005)

[1. Vade Mecum]

[2. Pour Another Icepick]

I’ve always wanted
To eat glass with you again
But I never knew how
How to talk without
Walls dropping on the eve

The nest they made couldn’t break you
Along the fallen scowled a fence of beaks
But the temple is scathing
Through your veins
They were scaling
Through an icepick of abcess rekoning

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey

And whoever said that they would scatter
Separating the mother from child
She can bat a broken eyelid
Raining maggots from it’s sty
And with the traces that she leaves
She will skin you out alive

All the children go grinding their jaws
The sweet smell of their toothless canals
And the damn she will break
Make an ocean from this lake
As they siphon off all of our blood

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey

[3. Pisacis (Phra-Men-Ma)]

[4. Con Safo]