The Mars Volta

Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit
Of empty names
Incarcerated habits
Pour from the palms
Severing the breat
Nursing all the young
They needed those locks of dirty red hair
Necklace of follicles
With sabertooth monocles
They want a bouquet of black rose gems
Casrating kisses
Stalgtite 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
This dirt is turning christ
To make repent again
So I've heard