Tracks

01. Vicarious Atonement
02. Tetragrammaton
03. Vermicide
04. Meccamputechture
05. Asilos Magdalena
06. Viscera Eyes
07. Day Of The Baphomets
08. El Ciervo Vulnerado



01. Vicarious Atonement

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's nearby
Where is your face
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem first born
I suspect
You've been carrying a pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while I had the chance

Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river ganges god damns my name

Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails


02. Tetragrammaton

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Tell me it's over
Rusbel awaits
I've been to the surface
And nothing is there
Eyelids sank muffled
In the nerve aura sound
But when she awakes
Will she still be with us

My heart is darkclots
Leap year is late
How did you get here
Ask all but the bait
From a Christ that went hissing
Constricting his cells
We summon by candle by book and by bell

Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals

The sermon goes mourning
Pricking it's hail
Slothful the child
That preys on the seed
Shall behead the drough
Wound under sleeves
I hope you have room
In a thicket of vines

Give me a moment
To clean what you've stole
The streets will hang high
Stretch ribs and let taste
We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith

Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals

Then so long
Dear mnemonic
Assume the form
You've given me and I'll spill

Now hold on
Just hold my hand
Say that they made you
But you brought your own leash
Tell me no more no
Say I'm the last one
Outside
By the drift
You read my will
Of thread and itch
Failure to comply
As failure to decease
And still you won't know everything
I've built the fall

Sulking drained the fall of my pale will
Swarming by your steps
Licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts
It only meant to drape a plastic
Over the stuck pig scalp of head
To cover the sock where the flatline had spread
The kiosk in my temporal lobe
Is shaped like rosalyn carter
She says my map is home again
But torn face down
I have only but a million blemishes
To tell you all about
In the end they just gagged me
To make him come out

Gas me the hind
Of your five legged snare
Tooth picks the eye
But no things there
Down drags your waltz
Cross the alter top
From a sleep that
Depravation knew
Trespass your form
I'm void of dusk
I'd ask to look
But the mask stays on

You'll levitate
Teutonic print
Cruelty is the wrath
Of my instrument

In the end they just gagged me
To make him come out

You locked the cuffs
Arsenic erupts
Will you drink the shadow
Of my red hair

You and your false
Witness to God
You've one in the chamber
But your finger got stuck

Let slip the sound
Of a cry for help
But all was lost
On the night you walked

Palms speak through eyes
Serve your memory lost
I contaminate with insignias

In the end they just gagged me
To make him come out

Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals

Wait till it get my hands on you
I won't forget a face that left me

Just you wait
Till i get my hands on you
I can't
You won't remember

Unwrap my corpse
And let it thaw
In the eye of the needle
I can't get out

They'll check my wrist
I'll faint a pulse
I'm not the human
You thought I was

If you pet the night
Sixth pentacle dice
If you roll the seven
St. Michael dies

They'll be no ransom
Don't shut my mouth
I scald the answer
You're afraid of


03. Vermicide

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
There with them is error
We are sacrosanct
A taunting of ravens to you
My swarms have fit the holster
My faith burnt every house
Like no other manger
I am emptier with doubt

Bare them
Sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the
Venom
Lush and terminal

When I became your larvae
You fed me from your plates
Now my slouch is nervous
Sinking by the face
Wrinkled by this gravel
Skinless trace of time
Wear your 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 ultimatum pleads

Bare them
Sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the
Venom
Lush and terminal

That cesspool it becomes you
Just north of the eyebrows
Squat the hole for a pucker
When the rations go blonde
The salted stitch is patient
Waiting to engulf
There is 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


04. Meccamputechture

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit
Of empty names
Incarcerated habits
Pour from the palms
Severing the breast
Nursing all the young

Beneath those locks of dirty red hair
A necklace of follicles
With sabertooth monocles
They want a bouquet of black rose gems
Castrating kisses
Stalagtite stems

They went and built a capsule
In the cyanide pond
Where the holiest of water
Would have you to drown

Tomorrow we forget
Beause 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

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

Everyone stares 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
Prunefingers who tug
In a Zealot's shroud
I will scald supreme truth

Please dismantle
All these phantom limbs

It's the evidence
Of humans as ornaments

[chorus]

It lacks a human pulse


05. Asilos Magdalena

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Enfermo llege
Y para componerme
Ando de vago
No me des tu obedencia
Porque te enseño mi cuerpo de lodo
Donde el piel estubo debil
Con una hambre que no me de je cantar

En me vida
El oscuro me mantiene
Cuando yo te vi
En la lluvia me
Prometiste tu sangre
Yo no me quedo

Ya que calle de este mundo
Cargo un navaja dios mio para ti
Cuantas veses me mordiste
Y cuantas veses yo me fui
Ya no estoy enamorado
Con tus mentiras
Pa el infierno me duermo
Porque el infierno es la unica verdad

En mi vida
El oscuro me mantiene
Cuando yo te vi
En la lluvia me
Prometiste tu sangre yo no me quedo

Estrella de la mañana
Samael te persigo a ti
Y si me quemo sin alas
Ademas me muero por ti


06. Viscera Eyes

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladron cuenta se dio
Trapa mal hecho de trampas
Te lo juro que yo si te mato
Y con cada dia que se pase recuerdate
Quien era el mas poderoso
Don't let me, don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical lies
Your convalescent thorns
Are but a crown of magnets
They fold the snakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cateracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side

Hay mi hija no me llores
Porque yo te quito de esta cruz
A noche te vi caminado
Sin la alma de tu cuerpo
En los brasos
Sin luz
Stains fall into the brick wall severed
Four of them were watching
While the other three did hide
The culprit spat the seed
From a podium of glass
Shattering the sigil
That you thought was deitized

Don't let me, don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical lies
Your convalescent thorns
Are but a crown of maggots
They rot the shakes
Inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cateracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side

Wait
I've seen the arc shake
From your mnemonic tongue
But the braille
That you weave
Of itself, it shall read aloud
Yes it will
I said she's falling, she's still falling
But no one wants to come
She's crawling she's still crawling
On your burial ground


07. Day Of The Baphomets

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Sawing off the pavement
Repenting their past lives
Might I be the only payment left
To be left behind
Clay and pigment footsteps
Rust it boiling clean
Our bull let in linguistics
That only we can breathe

I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your entrails as an offer

Fondling with pitchforks
In a cattle prodded sea
Signaling the sedatives
To emaciate their queen
Bowing in constriction
Anytime you leave
We snuffed ourselves an angel
And cut her by the wings

I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your entrails as an offer

In my sight
I was born
To bring death at the footsteps of your home
Tonight
I have sewn
All the hair and crooked nails

That you all have worn
While your wife
Sits at home
I plant the vermin
Because she needs it so

How long must we fold by hand
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the anecdote
After all we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet

Poachers in your home
Poachers in your home

How long must we fold by hand
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the anecdote
After all we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet

Fold the river by the lips
As a cruel and smothered wind
Fits the gash with ornaments
Dawn is nodding off again
Raised the braille to read it clear
Gathered by the cholera
Rinse the burns in cauldrons
Help the palm we see a lens
My hands secrete a monument
My hands secrete a monument

I am the reason
Four your missing child
They might be home
But there's no trace
Under your pillow
I have left a spine

Oh the things we do
When you're away
I saw the message
That you wrote in the sand
Dismembered hints that carve away

The anesthetic of your gospel said
Put a muzzle on the lamb

Give me one page
Give me one page
Make it blank
Mace that I leak
Will rain
Give me one page
Give me one page
Make it blank
Race I inflict
Your way

Maybe one day you'll stop and realize
The throne that you serve is dead

Give me a plague
Give me a plague
Make it blank
Nothing you own is safe


08. El Ciervo Vulnerado

Music by Omar Rodríguez-López
Lyrics by Cedric Bixler-Zavala
I've been drinking black mirror again
The closer we part
I needed to touch your lips
With the nail in my heart
The night that you caught me
My coffin did walk
I fell at your mercy
I fell in your grave
Meccamputechture
That stands in my way
The younger I stay
An elderly child
The longer the mirror gives birth
To the death I file

If you consume me I will not let you go
If you walk right through me
My voice will taint your throat
Blessed be the wrong I've done

Someone is watching us
Someone has found
Flourescent ligaments
On a black white tile
Why do you call them
If your kingdom won't come
The younger I stay
Forever I rot

If you consume me I will not let you go
If you walk right through me
My voice will taint your throat
Blessed be the wrong I've done

Because the flies my mouth spill
Bare the children at play