Cut That City - The Mars Volta

neonecropopulace has no reflection

neocaeczaristic phallic ruins

just east of the river denial the techs are breathing

welcome to this neotokyo

gridlocks will warn the chromlech alarms

bouquet of cuticles

landscape tantrums

tramontane torching the tramontane

i’ve heard the mumbling of citadels shifting on this richter scale

the alleys will flow marble intercourse

roil the pantheon… of subterfuge

tramontane torching the tramontane

this marabout isn’t untouchable

indentured by servitude

neoinfidels — let’s plug them in neopolygraphic, trip chords

centrocircuiphobia the fallacy

welcome to neotokyo

tore the wings off seraphin, fed them to the anglophiles

in this stag caberat the bark of buildings surged, through the whipping volt

abode

go to the lexicon you sluggard, if you will.