歌曲 | Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus |
歌手 | The Mars Volta |
专辑 | Frances the Mute |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The ocean floor is hidden | |
From your viewing lens | |
A depth perception | |
Languished in the night | |
All my life,I’ve been | |
Sowing the wounds | |
But the seeds sprout | |
A lachrymal cloud | |
Nino preparate | |
Que vas sufrir | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte veneno | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte de aqui | |
Nino preparate | |
Labios temblando | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte veneno | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte de aqui | |
Nino preparate | |
Brincan los cuerpos | |
Vas a sufrir | |
My nails peel back | |
When the taxidermist ruined | |
Goose stepped the freckling impatience | |
All the brittle tombs | |
Five hundred little q’s | |
I’m splitting hairs to | |
Match the faces | |
All night I’ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia naci | |
Now this train don’t lie | |
An abortion that survived | |
A lineage of | |
Bastard mastacation | |
All the severed proof | |
Talons scratch my suite | |
These are the feathers | |
That replace them | |
All night I’ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia nací | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
I found the remnants | |
Of a crescent fang | |
It cleaned my wing | |
Down to the bone | |
Umbilical syllables | |
Left to decode | |
There was no cradle | |
I can taste it | |
Come on now | |
All night I’ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia naci | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Bring me this plague | |
She took a drink | |
Those nicotine stains | |
On his every word | |
My scavenger quilt | |
Will only hide the truth | |
Bring me | |
Bring me this plague | |
I count the days to find | |
What was left behind | |
Only these names I clutch | |
Will lead me to my home | |
Somehow this river marks | |
A wrinkle hand in mine | |
And everyday that parts | |
The water into two | |
Mothers and feathers start | |
To drown the living proof | |
I can’t remember these lakes of blood | |
Wrapped in a blanket | |
There sweats a cut | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb |
The ocean floor is hidden | |
From your viewing lens | |
A depth perception | |
Languished in the night | |
All my life, I' ve been | |
Sowing the wounds | |
But the seeds sprout | |
A lachrymal cloud | |
Nino preparate | |
Que vas sufrir | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte veneno | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte de aqui | |
Nino preparate | |
Labios temblando | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte veneno | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte de aqui | |
Nino preparate | |
Brincan los cuerpos | |
Vas a sufrir | |
My nails peel back | |
When the taxidermist ruined | |
Goose stepped the freckling impatience | |
All the brittle tombs | |
Five hundred little q' s | |
I' m splitting hairs to | |
Match the faces | |
All night I' ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia naci | |
Now this train don' t lie | |
An abortion that survived | |
A lineage of | |
Bastard mastacation | |
All the severed proof | |
Talons scratch my suite | |
These are the feathers | |
That replace them | |
All night I' ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia naci | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
I found the remnants | |
Of a crescent fang | |
It cleaned my wing | |
Down to the bone | |
Umbilical syllables | |
Left to decode | |
There was no cradle | |
I can taste it | |
Come on now | |
All night I' ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia naci | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Bring me this plague | |
She took a drink | |
Those nicotine stains | |
On his every word | |
My scavenger quilt | |
Will only hide the truth | |
Bring me | |
Bring me this plague | |
I count the days to find | |
What was left behind | |
Only these names I clutch | |
Will lead me to my home | |
Somehow this river marks | |
A wrinkle hand in mine | |
And everyday that parts | |
The water into two | |
Mothers and feathers start | |
To drown the living proof | |
I can' t remember these lakes of blood | |
Wrapped in a blanket | |
There sweats a cut | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb |
The ocean floor is hidden | |
From your viewing lens | |
A depth perception | |
Languished in the night | |
All my life, I' ve been | |
Sowing the wounds | |
But the seeds sprout | |
A lachrymal cloud | |
Nino preparate | |
Que vas sufrir | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte veneno | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte de aqui | |
Nino preparate | |
Labios temblando | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte veneno | |
Nino preparate | |
Salte de aqui | |
Nino preparate | |
Brincan los cuerpos | |
Vas a sufrir | |
My nails peel back | |
When the taxidermist ruined | |
Goose stepped the freckling impatience | |
All the brittle tombs | |
Five hundred little q' s | |
I' m splitting hairs to | |
Match the faces | |
All night I' ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia naci | |
Now this train don' t lie | |
An abortion that survived | |
A lineage of | |
Bastard mastacation | |
All the severed proof | |
Talons scratch my suite | |
These are the feathers | |
That replace them | |
All night I' ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia nací | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
I found the remnants | |
Of a crescent fang | |
It cleaned my wing | |
Down to the bone | |
Umbilical syllables | |
Left to decode | |
There was no cradle | |
I can taste it | |
Come on now | |
All night I' ll hunt for you | |
Let me show you what I mean | |
Sangre | |
Sonando | |
De rabia naci | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Bring me this plague | |
She took a drink | |
Those nicotine stains | |
On his every word | |
My scavenger quilt | |
Will only hide the truth | |
Bring me | |
Bring me this plague | |
I count the days to find | |
What was left behind | |
Only these names I clutch | |
Will lead me to my home | |
Somehow this river marks | |
A wrinkle hand in mine | |
And everyday that parts | |
The water into two | |
Mothers and feathers start | |
To drown the living proof | |
I can' t remember these lakes of blood | |
Wrapped in a blanket | |
There sweats a cut | |
Who do you trust | |
Will they feed us the womb | |
Chrome the fetal mirage | |
Will they feed us the womb |