Frances the Mute
Album - 7 febbraio 2005 - Debaser id 193995

The ocean floor is hidden
From your viewing lens
A depth perception
Languished in the night
All my life,I’ve been
Sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout
A lachrymal cloud

Niño preparate
Que vas sufrir
Niño preparate
Salte veneno
Niño preparate
Salte de aqui
Niño preparate
Labios temblando
Niño preparate
Salte veneno
Niño preparate
Salte de aqui
Niño 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 long 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

He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shards
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide
'Cause I'll never never sleep alone

Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Is such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from...

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide 'cause I'll never never sleep alone
Oh lord

Said I'm, Said I'm, Said I'm,
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore

Every night
In every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from...

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
'Cause I'll never never sleep alone

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let Me Die
'Cause I'll never never sleep alone