The Mars Volta - The Bible And The Breathalyzer lyrics

Among the tattered dwelling of
The new found home
In the furthest cramped corner sat the shell
Of a goat head strangled in copper wire
Scraped
Of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears
Fueling the crooked names spoken by leeches
To a thinning cowlick's fat
His crippled limp
Dragging along the hump of the
Floor sobbing from the

Smacking mouth of the demagogue
Wells, making wisecracks, spilling
From the corners with their pink flinches
Second glancing their every move
It ate pickled nose cartilage
That fell from the
Ceilings, a pork skin drizzle
Unnerving the humans, while it
Read aloud from it's favorite books


In glossolalia slang and
Haruspex truths, following a slow
And patient wait
A mocking their hair as it was
Glued to their upper lip combover
Under the wall

The ships smeared by faithfully
Talking the magnum
Fanatics and their bottles of scalp soup
They cooked up a tardis smudge on their eyes
A lunar antidote that powdered underneath the
Oncoming pestilence of their idling fingers
It wrote them a seance
Penetrated their every dependent desire
It hacked off the central
Headpiece to the collective
It wrote them a message in
The marrow of the knife
With the extension of Baphomet transfusion
Glued to the animals, perversions
Of their former selves

Patiently biting their fingernails looking
For a clue as soon as it failed to appear
The faithful fell under the
Spell of public execution
It had been an eternity filled with useless
Ritual, and all for
Nothing, promising salvation
But only flags came swarming around
For a better taste
What was left were the scraps
Dressed in animal skin, defiled
Servants holding their breath, fatherless
Culprit's blaming their kin
Waiting for an answer
They thought a day would come, or a
Giraffe might choke in midair squeal
Some sort of indication
Only it was the hands of the
Followers that had left their
Markings in neatly packed dunes filled
With the decapitated remains
Found sealed in sand

It only stained the conscious
For a brief moment, then came disgust
Realizing there was nothing to it
People began collapsing in collective
States of drought
Palm-size vents heating in the
Chest, cluttering the graph
A bladder full of remains
Nothing became of them because
Nothing was the reason
An apathetic display dripping into
Vats of obesity
The feud had been sucking teeth
For some time now, but the only baggage that
Paraded about was the
Curtain epidermis unfolded in
An inebriated suit
The fit came suffocating, feathering
The boa-constricted paleness, frostbitten
And shovel-faced
It came before them in utter confidence
Flares of pink owls in the nest of albino
Eyelids blinking out chemical obscurities
To the blind

It bloomed into a hemorrhaged contraption
That impopulated the disenchanted
One by one all the churches were converted
Into quarantine facilities, inside
Them grew bacterial stubble
Compacted by larvae
Contracting and teething
A newborn litter degradively sufficient
Running from the horse collarbone
Amongst the murmuring femurs
Whimpering in fractures
"Are you the Polaroid shot
You thought you were?"
It said with a coy smirk
With the position now vacant
It waltzed right in and made it'self at home
Seduced by the empty nominations at the
Altar of broken ballot boxes

Closer to that nothingness that
Everyone seemed to embrace
As it pissed all over them, the sigh
Of relief steamed off
The soaking depressants
An impending sleep was on it's way