Mars Volta Miranda That Ghost Just Isn`t Holy Anymore: Pisacis (phra-men-ma) Lyrics

Miranda That Ghost Just Isn`t Holy Anymore: Pisacis (phra-men-ma) Lyrics

a. VADE MECUM 

b. POUR ANOTHER ICEPICK 

c. PISACIS (PHRA-MEN-MA)


d. CON SAFO 



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 ice pick
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 the obey