The Mars Volta - Cassandra Gemini Lyrics

I think I've become one of the others
Oh, oh, oh
I think I've become one of the others
Oh, oh, oh
I think I've become one of the others
Oh, oh, yey-yeah

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 and 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

Oh
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 its navel strings

Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor and out of your mouth and 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

Shockless shackles free you
Volt face cons
Abandon you again
I won't feel, not this time
Shockless shackles free you
Volt face cons
Abandon you again
I won't feel, not this time, oh, yeah