Mars Volta - Desperate Graves lyrics

rate me

With qualms that I speak

of the wrists I have cut

By flooding the tubs

where the warmth held below

The lockets believe

that the secret of love

Has caught its own tail

and it just won't give up

When I breathe

the heavens can't hold me

And I can't believe anymore

The light breathes

the highest execution

Show me the wings I must cut

In your left of days

these are desperate graves

Give me the alter

let me shine

The pendulum won't wait

[x2]

If I slay your spirits

with twin covent vaults

That weakened your knees

in the pit of my palms

Dressed in the slurs

of bovine engines

To feast upon the carcass

of your mother

When I breathe

the heavens can't hold me

And I can't believe anymore

The light breathes

the highest execution

Show me the wings I must cut

In your left of days

these are desperate graves

Give me the alter

let me shine

The pendulum won't wait

[x2]

When I turn the dial

and leave the gas on

I'm the matchstick

that you'll never lose

These are the splinters

made from a single blade

I'm the matchstick

that you'll never lose

I'm like the key

that locks you in

I'm the matchstick

that you'll never lose

When you wear the burning

of all my ferns

I'm the matchstick

that you'll never lose

In your left of days

these are desperate graves

Give me the alter

let me shine

The pendulum won't wait

[x4]