Meccamputechture The Mars Volta

[Intro]
Amputechture came, Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names
Incarcerated habits poured from the palms
Severing the breast, nursin' all the young

[Verse 1]
Beneath those locks of dirty red hair
A necklace of follicles with saber tooth monocles
They want a bouquet of black rose gems
Castrating kisses, stalactite stems
They went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond
Where the holiest of water would have you to drown
Tomorrow we forget
'Cause now has never left
You gotta find my body
In the mechacontext
You give me a corpse, you live in it now
You stir it from a camp nourishment plows
You give me a corpse, you live in it now
You stir it from a camp nourishment plows

[Pre-Chorus]
Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
It's the evidence of humans as ornaments, humans as ornaments
Humans as ornaments, humans as ornaments