Cassandra Geminni: Tarantism Songtext
von The Mars Volta

I think I′ve become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others
I think I′ve become one of the others

There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel
Punctuated by her decrepit prowl she
Washed down the hatching gizzard
Soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels


Bring me to my knees, read the sharpened lines
All my arms bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows
Spilling from morgue lancet
Caressed your fontanelle
I've sworn to kill every last one
Every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids

No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there′s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

All your dreams splintered off
Leech by leech on this catafalque
Anyone will tell you, yes, anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted with disease
When she skinned that costume by its navel strings

Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids


No there′s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there′s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there's no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

Shockless shackles free you
Volt face cons
Abandon you again
I won′t feel, not this time
Shockless shackles free you
Volt face cons
Abandon you again
I won't feel not this time (oh, yeah)