The Marble Shrine

This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed (4:58)

Album: De-Loused in the Comatorium (60:59)

Release Date: June 2, 2003

Produced By: Rick Rubin, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez

Recorded: 2002 - 2003 at The Mansion, Los Angeles

Label: Gold Standard Labs, Universal, Strummer

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Version Information

  • Recorded as a demo version in the summer of 2002
  • Final version recorded with producer Rick Rubin for Deloused in the Comatorium.

Live Notes

  • Chorus frequently featured a 3-part harmony, featuring Cedric's raw vocal input, processed vocals by Jeremy Ward and Omar's backing vocals.
  • Ended with Jon's drum outro in place of a back-masked drum outro from the studio.

Other Notes

  • In the fall of 2002, the show posters and flyers contained lyrics from Apparatus.
  • The title of the song comes from a common warning in electrical device manuals that reads "This apparatus must be earthed." [example]
  • One of two songs wherein Cedric is co-credited with writing the music (the other being Drunkship of Lanterns).

Lyrics for This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed

I've been waiting for so long, for someone to mend all the blame.
I've been searching for so long,for something to..
Anonymous..avenge my name. Anonymous...avenge my name.

You came here on time, I hope that it's not to late.
I've seen you at night, biting the frost of silence. Can you cure us of this fate?
Mock the litany in its face. Is that you moatilliatta??

I've been waiting for so long.. for someone to mend all the blame.
I've been searching for so long for something to.
Anonymous....avenge my name...anonymous....avenge my name

hex zero rouge...He'll hybernate no more.
The altars run dry prefect dictate your final words, does it sting of augur truth?
Was your temple left in ruins ? is that you moatilliatta??

I've been waiting for so long, for someone to mend all the blame.
I've been searching for so long for something to.
Anonymous... avenge my name...anonymous...avenge my name.

This is the altar, the one that you let me die in. On your knees...how you wept....
much like omertta, quiet has shielded all intent, on the ground it appears, like wrath.
Avenging the lamb as bait... In a bed of nails you made....who made this effigy?
Is there straw dressed in these fields? and now it won't be long...

I've been waiting for so long... for someone to mend all the blame.
I've been searching for so long...for something to.
Anonymous...avenge my name.