Mars Volta - Metatron lyrics

rate me

Maybe I'll breakdown

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I breakdown

Lately I might

Un-connect 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 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

Un-connect 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

Un-connect the fascination

And I just want to touch

The vault that I call home

it falls beneath your palms

Before I crawl my way out she calls

When you're standing right outside my window

water thirsting

You're standing right outside my window

Water thirsting

When will I drown

I'll never get a distant shot

Heard vessper pure

I never want to see your face

Until the word is made flesh

You'd better ask Metatron

Those flowers that wither 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

instrumental

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've 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

Un-connect the fascination

And I just want to touch]