Letra da Música: Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: C. Pisacis (Phra-Men-Ma) - The Mars Volta

Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep on nursery slits
Into this life I'm born
Heaven's just a scab away
I'd like to see you after just one taste

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more
let them see it has begun
The others I've become

If you should see the dice, charmed with
It's snaked choked eyes
You'll wear the widows weeds
Because they're just your size

Behind the snail secretion, leaves a dry heave that absorbs
A limbless procreation, let the infant crawled deformed
A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets
And now when the craving calls
I'll scratch my itchy teeth

Come on and sing it now

Sink your teeth
Into the flesh of midnight, night forever more
Sink your teeth
Into the flesh of midnight, night forever more

She fell for the whispers, sister flooded deaf tears
That night tore a river, in her baron womb mirror
And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues
Set crucified fires to petrified homesÂ…let it burn

And the owls they were watching
And the owls didn't care
Then the owls came a knocking, placenta in their stares
They will feed on all the carnage, leftover from the flood
And in the corner of their eyes, fled sister L' Via

Now the pieces went floating, reflecting all at dusk
Conceived from the stabbing, was Vismund Cygnus

25 wives in the lake tonight...