Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus

The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens A depth perception languished in the night All my life, I've been sowing the wounds But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud (ooh) (Niño, preparate) ¡Que vas sufrir! (Niño, preparate) Salte veneno (Niño, preparate) Salte de aquí (Niño, preparate) Labios temblando (Niño, preparate) Salte veneno (Niño, preparate) Salte de aquí (Niño, preparate) Brincan los cuerpos ¡Vas a sufrir! My, my, my nails peel back When the taxidermist ruined Goose stepped the freckling impatience All the brittle tombs Five hundred little Q's I'm splitting hairs to match the faces Come on now All night I'll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre sonando De rabia nací Now this train don't lie An abortion that survived A lineage of bastard mastication All the severed proof In Talons scratch my suite These are the feathers that replace them Come on now All night I'll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre sonando De rabia nací Who do you trust? Will they feed us the womb? Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb? I found the remnants of a crescent fang It cleaned my wing down to the bone Umbilical syllables left to decode There was no cradle I can taste it Come on now! All night I'll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre Sonando De rabia nací Who do you trust? Will they feed us the womb? Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb? Bring me this plague, she took a drink Those nicotine stains on his every word My scavenger quilt will only hide the truth Bring me, bring me this plague I count the days to find what was left behind Only these names I clutch will lead me to my home Somehow this river marks a wrinkle hand in mine And everyday that parts the water into two Mothers and feathers start to drown the living proof I can't remember these lakes of blood Wrapped in a blanket there sweats a cut Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah, oh Who do you trust? Will they feed us the womb? Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb? Who do you trust? Will they feed us the womb? Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb? Will they feed us the womb?