The Mars Volta - A Plague Upon Your Hissing Children lyrics

Sawing at the pavement
Repented their past lives
Might not be the only major left
To be left behind
A pair of ballistas, aiming a bomb
Raise the dock of entrails and the numbers

A missing chromosome walks
And now we wait for the fate of the others

Mass call of this plague
Mass call of this plague mass call of this

Fondling with pitchforks in
A cattle-prodding team
Signaling the sedatives to
Emaciate their queen a pair of the insults
It involves rays upon the
Entrails and the novel

A missing chromosome walks


And now we wait for the fate of the others

Mass call of this plague
Mass call of this plague mass call of this

No one's getting out of the fetal camps alive
The trenches have been flemming to
Take their proper heights
Might it be the talons (the dust follows)
Sculpting a lantern jackal too long
(the lake will swallow)
Let us nurse the vipers (the dust follows)
In the bosom of their sewers
(the lake will swallow)
The dust follows, the lake will swallow

A missing chromosome walks
And now we wait for the fate of the others

Mass call of this plague
Mass call of this plague
Mass call of this plague mass call of this