Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus Lyrics
| Song | Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus |
| Artist | The Mars Volta |
| Album | Frances the Mute |
| Download | 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 |
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