Interpret:

Mars Volta, The

Album:

Amputechture

Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names
Incarcerated habits pour 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
'cause 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


Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It's the evidence of humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments


Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me


This dirt 
Is turning Christ to make repent again
So I've heard
They're cutting all the youngest ones
Said this dirt 
Is turning Christ to make repent his lust
So I've heard
That the puppet tugs its pull


Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It's the evidence of humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments


Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me


Nova meat
The prude slit whisper of bovine heaps
Strapped to unearth of mantis flowers
Prune fingers who tug in a zealot's shroud


I will scald supreme truth
As it touches this house
I will scald supreme truth


Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It's the evidence of humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments


Scald supreme truth as it touches this house
Scald supreme truth as it touches this house


Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me


Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me


It lacks a human pulse [repeat]