"Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: B. Pour Another Icepick" as written by and Omar/bixler Rodriguez....
I think I've become one of them
I think I've become one of them
I think I've become one of them

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 handjob 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
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

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 dont 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 did'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

Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes are drowning

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


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


Lyrics submitted by toolmusik

"Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: Pour Another Icepick" as written by Omar Rodriguez Cedric Bixler

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: B. Pour Another Icepick song meanings
Add your thoughts

13 Comments

sort form View by:
  • +2
    General Commentthis isn't "miranda, that ghost just isn't holy anymore". this is the beginning of "cassandra gemini"
    LiverShiveron July 02, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI know it's a story. (most of their songs are) From what I can make out of it, it sounds like a woman who got pregnant w/ a stranger's baby, and her husband/boyfriend thinks it's his. She gets an abortion, her husband/boyfriend kills himself because of it w/ added stress from [college/school]?

    then her mom died?...now her life is ruined and she's alone and the artist doesn't care. Dunno...that's what i got.
    morbid_woundon April 06, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti love the mars volta. Good band.
    morbid_woundon April 06, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"There was a frail syrup dripping off..."
    This sounds like a little tip o' the hat to Tom Waits. Does anyone else hear that, or is it just me?

    This album is fantastic!
    nonetospeakofon July 10, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis is the greatest shit ive ever heard. fun to play on drums.
    danknuggaon July 14, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI think it was actually a frail SYRUM, and her prowl was DECREPIT.

    In any case, this song is gorgeous, like most of their other stuff. The first narrative feels really film noir.
    demioson June 30, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI fuckin' love this song. The Mars Volta is one of the most amazing bands I've ever heard. I never really liked this song before, but now listening to it again, it's my favorite part of "Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore."
    Harusameon August 16, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis is actually about a diary entry that one of the members of the band found when he was a repo man...he found the diary in a car and it was written by someone who was adopted right after being born and her trying to find her real parents...but what happened was that her mother was a prostitute and the father didnt know...and she got pregnant and got aids (hence the part about her mother being sick)
    tabiyehon November 02, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentno, this is def "miranda, that ghost just isn't holy anymore." it's part 2, titled part B: pour another icepick. amazing song from a brilliant album from a genius group of musicians
    bmill574on July 23, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentErr. No it's not. LiveShiver is right.

    See here: thecomatorium.com/forum/…
    fearful_syzygyon September 18, 2008   Link

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain