Frances The Mute lyrics

He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk
Through a weezing 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

[a. Tarantism]
[b. Plant A Nail In The Navel Stream]
[c. Faminepulse]
[d. Multiple Spouse Wounds]
[e. Sarcophagi]

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

L' Via
Hija de Miranda
Tu Apellido se cambio
L' Via
Sin Ojos me quieres dar
Una historia sin mi madre
Solo tengo que decirte
El dolor de noche dice
Solo se quedo el vestido
Le lave la sangre

L' Via
No dejes de descansar
En la calle caminas
Quien te va a perseguir
L' Via
Te quieren matar
Dientes de Machete
Cabezas de gallo

L' Via
Durmiendo en paz

[a. Sarcophagi]
[b. Umbilical Syllabes]
[c. Facilis Descernus Averni]
[d. Con Safo]

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

Nino preparate
Que vas sufrir
Nino preparate
Salte veneno
Nino preparate
Salte de aqui
Nino preparate

[a. Vade Mecum]
[b. Pour Another Icepick]
[c. Pisacis (Phra-Men-Ma)]
[d. Con Safo]

I've always wanted
To eat glass with you again
But I never knew how
How to talk without
Walls dropping on the eve
The nest they made couldn't break you
Along the fallen
Scowled a fence of beaks
But the temple is scathing
Through your veins
They were scaling

A. In thirteen seconds
B. Nineteen sank, while six would swim
C. Five would grow and one was dead

“It’s been thirteen seconds
Since you all last said
I’ve become the apparition
You predicted for my death
You said that flirting brings you
Closer to the end
You can bait into the water
But you’ll never get the hint
And like a stain of bricks goes