A salty ring of night fatigue When I get the sweats From your listening Primordial cymatics Giving birth into reverse Serated mare ephemera Undo her mother’s curse
So if you Break me a mirror Hang the broken pieces Of a place that isn’t here Don’t hide that guilty smile Condolences Won’t go away
The coins you bring Left footprints Blind thirst And Braille liquor My bed is stained With fractures Year after vitiated year Four corners you are touching They will liberate My need Bite marks In the menagerie With infidelic teeth
Is there something out there Waiting to take hold
When that whore won’t answer Who is in control?
And the names you planted Drop the seed into a hole
If you force me often I might jump off the board
I am a deaf con of angora goats Warning you all who pass this mote It’s only a matter of folding in time and space Before I become your epidemic Is this the first time at my conventicle You better not talk If you came here for semantics It’s only a matter of folding in time and space Before I become your epidemic
Don’t ignore my presence Hidden reads the scrolls By the time I asked her The earth fell off the tongue
What once was laughter Corrosive I became Where a scarlet bruise grows Sprout the fault we own
I am a deaf con of angora goats Warning you all who pass this mote It’s only a matter of folding in time and space Before I become your epidemic Is this the first time at my conventicle You better not talk If you came here for semantics It’s only a matter of folding in time and space Before I become your epidemic
Don’t hide your guilty freight Condolences won’t go away You’ve got that guilty smile That culminates in bedlam
Is the safety that you feel From the witness Who was kept quiet In the wings
La siguiente letra de canción de Cavalettas de The Mars Volta es una transcripción de la canción original realizada por colaboradores/usuarios de Coveralia.
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