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The Mars Volta
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Metatron
Lyricist:Cedric Bixler, Omar L Rodriguez
Maybe I'll breakdown Maybe I'll try Circumvent inoculation And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown Lately I might Unconnect the fascination And I just want to touch
This is a list They're my demands Forget the question Come on, bring your nervous hands
You read it in my letter 'Patience worth is dead' Suffocate the inkwell I am legion said the pen
Her seraph snout And cruciform limp I blame the shrouding Of a lesser man
My sigil contraptions They work with no crutches Don't show me the hinges I am absent
Maybe I'll breakdown Maybe I'll try Circumvent inoculation And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown Lately I might Unconnect the fascination And I just want to touch
She came to me when she was Pouring out of drool Under sedation Under vulgar multitudes
If you stay and try To fix what you did The sheets were wet from All those messages
A million petitions, her lock with no key You forfeit the right to be believed Full implant, shapeless as a jewel And I am stranded by eternal solitude
Maybe I'll breakdown Maybe I'll try Circumvent inoculation And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown Lately I might Unconnect the fascination And I just want to touch
The vault that I call home It falls beneath your palms Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Before I crawl my way out She calls
You're standing right outside my window Water thirsting You're standing right outside my window Water thirsting, will I drown
I'll never get a distance shot Heard vesper pure I never wanna see your face 'Til the word is made flesh
You'd better ask Metatron Those flowers that withered away In the pages of your book For one day they won't block your route
In the dead plot you dream in Ten go away Ten born of pray Ten go away
Folding wormholes My time is riding in the alphabet Folding wormholes My time is writing on the wall
In the dead plot you dream in Ten go away Ten born of pray Ten go away
Folding wormholes My time is riding in the alphabet Folding wormholes My time is writing on the wall
Debase by your sentence I fell in the trap What door slid behind me I can't see it anymore
When she sleeps as a witness Got no better hands Tied a single stutter Do you speak my dialect?
Accidents will happen Keep your earnings to yourself One sip under the table Until it moves all by itself
In the eye of Fatima I kept all your dreams In a waking solution Of indictment
Maybe I'll breakdown Maybe I'll try Circumvent inoculation And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown Lately I might Unconnect the fascination And I just want to touch
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