"Cut That City" lyrics - 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, neotokyo

Tore the wings off seraphs, 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