The Mars Volta - Cassandra Gemini

Tarantism
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 hand job 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 / 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 it’s 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 / Fools taste tongues / I better leave you again, / I won’t be owned / Not this time

Shockless shackles free you / Volt face cons / abandon you again / I won’t feel not this time

Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream
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 replace the breath / of these suffocating sheets / and now when the craving calls / I’ll scratch my itchy teeth

And soon / Come on / if you don’t know… / Come on / if you don’t know

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 homes / 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 / raw bark in the water of the marble shrine / 25 snakes pour out your eyes / yeah the icepicks coming on the marble shrine / 25 snakes are drowning

Faminepulse
You cant bend your crooked arms / Or fold your punctured proof / The air is growing cold / And there’s nothing you can do

Soon there’ll be no gauze / Inside the confessional / Only rows of crows / Defrocking every breath

And one day you’ll remember / Behind the melting cones / I said one day you’ll remember / Behind the melting cones / You’ve already had a family / In the burial of your home

Not forevermore

And I peel back all of my skin / Peel it back let it all run

Multiple Spouse Wounds
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

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

No there’s no light / No there’s no time / You Ain’t Got Nothing / Your life was just a lie

Sarcophagi
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…

El malo del cuento

“Eres mala persona.” Eso siempre te lo dicen cuando no haces lo que quieren que hagas. Es decir por no ser tú mismo. Las personas suelen echar la culpa a otros (incluido a ti mismo). Es un sentimiento humano. Nadie quiere ser el malo, nadie excepto yo.

Yo soy quien ha escogido esta forma de vida, nadie tiene la culpa. Si, es verdad que muchos estímulos externos pudieron favorecer a mis cambios pero yo fui quien decidió cambiar y cuando debía cambiar. Nadie decidió por mí y soy mejor persona que aquellos que me dicen a la cara que soy mala persona. ¿Qué importa que sea un cabronazo? Soy mejor persona que todos ellos porque acepto quien soy y no les hecho los trastos a los otros.

A ésto, que me encontré a un vagabundo caminando por la calle. Se sentó en la calle pidiendo limosna humildemente. Había gente que le trataba como si no existiera, sin embargo también había gente que le daba dinero. Sería fácil decir que yo pasé y le dí un billete de 50 euros, pero eso es mentira. También sería fácil decir que le convencí para que dejase ese estilo de vida y tal. Pero no. Yo tengo el gran valor de decir que yo soy de esa gente que paso de él como si no existiera. Y no diré que la razón por la que no le dí dinero fue porque vaya que él lo usase para comprar droga en vez de alimentarse. No, no le dí dinero porque no quise. Porque soy así de cabrón y me gasto mi dinero en lo que yo quiero.

Tanto les cuestan admitir a las personas que el problema del hambre en el mundo es porque no queremos solucionarlo. Seguro que si todos nos propusiéramos solucionarlo ya no existiría ese problema del norte y sur, que tanto criticamos y del que le echamos la culpa a los políticos y a la historia.

Pero la realidad es la siguiente, somos quienes somos y eso sólo lo podemos cambiar si nosotros queremos. Si no queremos pues nada, que se jodan los demás.