Cicatriz

Do you recall its name
As it suggested beck and call
This face and heel, oh
Will drag your halo through the mud
Ash of Pompeii
Erupting in a statue's dust
Shrouded in veils
Because these handcuffs hurt to much
Scalping these ticket-less applause
When they drag the lake
There's nothing left, ooh

Well-sutured contusion
Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
I've lost my way
Even if this cul-de-sac did pay
To reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
Sterling clear blackened ice
When they drag the lake
There's nothing left at all

I've defected
I've defected
I've defected
I've defected

Well-sutured contusion
Beyond the anthills of the dawning of
I've lost my way
Even if this cul de sac did pay
To reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
Sterling clear blackened ice
When they drag the lake, nothing left at all

I've defected
I've defected
I've defected
I've [?] defected

(Guitar solo)
Oh, oh, oh

(Organ solo)

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