Vermicide Songtext

von The Mars Volta

There with him, his error
We are sacrosanct
A taunting of ravens to you
My swarms have fit the holster
My faith burned every house
Like no other manger
I am emptier with doubt

Bear them, sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the venom
Lush and terminal

When I became a larvae
You fed me from your plates
Now my slouch is nervous
Sinking by the face
Wrinkled by this gravel
Skinless trace of time
You wear cobwebs proudly
In your cheap and brittle sight
My glands emit this carnage
These pews bend back your knees
That uniform it wears you
When the untimatum pleads

Bear them, sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the venom
Lush and terminal

That cesspool, it becomes you,
Just north of the eyebrows
Squat their hole full of pucker
When the rations go blonde
The salted stitch is patient
We're waiting to engulf
There's plasma from this hoax
Pretending to be us

Embalming all the fluids
I must, I must
I prefer to burn it
I must I must
Embalming all the fluids
I must I must
I prefer to burn it
I must I must

Bear them, sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the venom
Lush and terminal