Tracks

01. Son Et Lumière
02. Inertiatic ESP
03. Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of)
05. Drunkship Of Lanterns
06. Eriatarka
07. Cicatriz ESP
08. This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed
09. Televators
10. Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt
11. Ambuletz



01. Son Et Lumière

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Clipside of the pink eye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book.
Gestating with all the other rats, nurse said that my skin will need a graft,
I am of pock marked shapes, the vermin you need to loathe...


02. Inertiatic ESP

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Now I'm lost...now I am lost.

Last night I heard lepors
Flinch like birth defects
It's musk was fecal in origin
As the words dribbled off of its chin,

It said, "I'm lost........now I am lost......"

Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
Cast in oblong arms length
The hooks have been picking their scabs
Where wolves hide in the company of men

It said, "I'm lost.....now I am lost......."

Are you peaking in the red ?
Perforated at the neck.
What of this mongrel architect
A broken arm of sewers set
Past present and future tense
Clip side of the pink eyed fountain

"Now I'm lost......now I am lost"

It's been said, long time ago
You'll be the first and last to know
You'll never know....you'll never know.


03. Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of)

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is the haunt of roulette dares
Ruse of metacarpi, caveat emptor
To all that enter here.

Open wrist talk back again
In the wounded of its skin
They'll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition
The AM trinity
Fell upon asphyxia
Derailed,
In the rattles of
Made its way through the tracks of a
Snail slouching whisper
A half ass commute through
Umbilical blisters.
Specter will lurk, radar has gathered
Midnight neuces from boxcar cadavers.

Exoskeletal junction at the railroad, delayed
It's because this is......

Cranial bleeding
Leaches train the living
Cursed are they who speak its name.
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor
To all that enter here

Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is.....

Rattling the laughter hinges splintering inside
Bludgeoned to a saddle, rang the cloister bell inside
Inside

Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is...


05. Drunkship Of Lanterns

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López, Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs?

Is anybody there?
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials
Rust propellers await

No...

Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard

An antiquated home
A float with engines on mute
Sui generis ship
Spined around the yard

Is anybody there?
These craft only multiply
At the nape of ruins
Rust propellers await

No...

Nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph.

Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll

You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs?

Is anybody there?
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials
Rust propellers await

Nobody is heard
Compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph.

Carpel jets hit the ground
Carpel jets hit the ground

Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll

Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll.


06. Eriatarka

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
And there are those who
Hadn't found the speaking so wrong
Is it wrong?
Of pavolov lore, they ran
Rampant through the floors is this wrong?
Feels so wrong...
Happened on a respirator
In the basements
Are they gone?
Are they gone?
Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Rationed a dead letter pure

Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets
Tenticles smirk please
Flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forgets

Now there are those who find
Comfort in the breathing wrong
Is it wrong?
It houses the watchful eyes
They're panting in a pattern
In droves, are they gone?
Happened on a respirator
In the basement
Is it gone?
Are they gone?
Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Sanctioned a dead letter pure

Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tape worm as pets
Tentacles smirk please
Flinch the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forgets

Evaporated the fur
Because it covers them
If you only knew
The plans they had for us
Evaporated the fur
Because it covers them
If you only knew
The plans they had for us

They used to have pulses in them, but impulse has made the strong.
They used to have pulses in them, but impulse has made them strong

Evaporated the fur
Because it covers them
If you only knew
The plans they had for us

Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets
Tentacles smirk please
Flinch the cocooned meat
Infra-reco forgets

Gotta be a way
Of getting out
Are you just growing old?

Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets


07. Cicatriz ESP

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Do you recall its name?
As it suggested beck and call
This face and heel
Will drag your halo through the mud
Ash of pompei
Erupting in a statues dust
Shrouded in veils
Because these handcuffs hurt too much
Still scalping this ticketless applause
And when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all.

Sutured, contusion
Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
I've lost my way
Even if this cul de sac would pay
To reach inside a vault
Whatever be the cost
Sterling clear blackened ice
And when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

I've defected
I've defected
I've defected

This is my last incision
The stitches have defected.
Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
I've lost my way
Even if this cul de sac did pay
Beyond the anthills of I've lost my way
Even if you reach inside a vault
Whatever be the cost
Sterling clear blackened ice
And when they drag they lake there's nothing left at all.

I've defected
I've defected


08. This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López, Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous...avenge my name
Anonymous...avenge my name

You came here on time
I hope that it's not to late
I've seen you at night
Biting the frost of silence
Can you cure us of this fate
Mock the litany in its face
Is that you, Moatilliatta?

I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame I've been searching for so long
For something to Anonymous....avenge my name
Anonymous....avenge my name

Hex zero rouge
He'll hybernate no more
The altars run dry
Prefect dictate your final words
Does it sting of augur truth?
Was your temple left in ruins?
Is that you, Moatilliatta??

I've been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous...avenge my name
Anonymous...avenge my name

This is the altar
The one that you let me die in
On your knees
How you wept
Much like omertta
Quiet has shielded all intent
On the ground it appears
Like wrath
Avenging the lamb as bait
In a bed of nails you made
Who made this effigy?
Is there straw dressed in these fields?

And now it won't be long
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous...avenge my name


09. Televators

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
Riddle me this
Three half eaten cornias
Who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you.
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped.

The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth that
Split both his lips, mark these words
One day this chalk outline
Will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt
That cushioned his face?
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped

Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go


10. Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind mans picaresque heart

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ideas of march are they so make believe?
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim
Someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day

Iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
Adlib your memories by casting a drought

You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil

A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet.
A rapturous verbatim
Someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day

Knife me in
Hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in
Hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again

Knife me in
Hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in
Hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again

Virulent hives
Of bedpost piles
Virulent hives

Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and
Wrought with fear?
Who turned it off?
The last thing I remember now

Who brought me here?
Forsaken, depraved and
Wrought with fear
Who turned it off?
The last thing I remember now

Who brought me here?


11. Ambuletz

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Oh lord,
Oh lord, You've made it....

You wanna drag your vessel
You wanna hush your voices

You better drag your... you better hush your...

I'll remember that I'll need to carry on
I'll pretend you're not around, I'll forget you
Just like everyone else, I'll forget you
Is there anybody around, I'll forget you
Just like anyone
Just because, just because, just because
Do you come here ohhh
Shiver around, shiver around

Oh lord, oh lord, you've made it....

You wanna drag your vessel
You wanna hush your voices

...hush your mouth