Mars Volta Cassandra Geminni: Plant A Nail In The Navel Stream Lyrics

Cassandra Geminni: Plant A Nail In The Navel Stream Lyrics

There was a frail syrup 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 combing her
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 fontanelle



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

Out of your eyelids



No there´s no light

In the
darkest of your furthest reaches

No 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 a 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

Out of your
eyelids



No there´s no light

In the darkest of your furthest
reaches

No there´s no light

In the darkest of your furthest
reaches

No there´s no light

In the darkest of your furthest
reaches

No there´s no light

In the darkest of your furthest
reaches