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
Ooooh...
Nino preparate
Que vas sufrir
Nino preparate
Salte veneno
Nino preparate
Salte de aqui
Nino preparate
Labios temblando
Nino preparate
Salte veneno
Nino preparate
Salte de aqui
Nino preparate
Brincan los cuerpos
Vas a sufrir
My my my nails peel back
When the taxidermist ruined
Goose stepped the freckling impatience
And 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 naci
Now this trail don't lie
An abortion that survived
A lineage of ba*tard mastacation
And all the severed proof
And talons scratch my suit
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 naci
Who do you trust
Will they feed us the womb
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb, yeah
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 naci
Who do you trust
Will they feed us the womb
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb, yeah
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
Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
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