Mars Volta - Meccamputechture

Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names
Incarcerated habits
Tore from the palms
Severing the breast
Nursing all the young

They needed those locks
Of dirty red hair
A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles
They want a bouquet of black rose gems
Castrating kisses
Stalactite stems
They went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond
Where the holiest of water would have you to drown

Tomorrow we forget
Because now has never left
You gotta find my body
In the Mechacontext

You give me a corpse
You live in it now
You stir from a camp
Nourishment plows