Meccamputechture Lyrics

Amputechture came Philistine praise Bottomless pit of empty names Incarcerated habits tore from the palms Severing the breast Nursing all the youngs
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Beneath 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 one Where the holiest of water would have you to drown

Tomorrow is a gift ‘Cause now is never left You gotta find my body In the Mecca context

You give me a corpse You live in it now You're staring from unkempt nourishment plows

You give me a corpse You live in it now You're staring from unkempt nourishment plows

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

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

This stir 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 puppets tugs its pull

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

Everyone stares all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody's choosing to hold these shovels and burying me

Nova meat The pin slipped whispers of both of our heaps Swept to an earth of Magdalen's frowns Prune fingers who tug at a zealot's shroud

I was called supreme truth as it touches this house I was called 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

I obsconse supreme truth as it touches this house I obsconse supreme truth as it touches this house

Everyone stares all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody's choosing to hold these shovels and bury

Everyone stares all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody's choosing to hold these shovels and burying

It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse – I know for sure now It lacks a human pulse – God knows for sure now It lacks a human pulse – Ah, ah, ah