Текст (слова) песни: Mars Volta - Inertiatic

clipside at the pinkeyed flight
im not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
gestating with all the other rats
nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of potmocked shape, the vermin you need to loathe


Now Im lost

last night I heard lepers
flinch like birth defects
its musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin

it said Im lost
Im lost
now Im lost

dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks had been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men

it said
Im lost
Im lost
now Im lost

are you peeking in the red?
perforated at the neck
what of this mongrel architect
a broken arm of sews set
past present and future tense
clipside of the pinkeye fountain

now Im lost

its been said
long time ago
youll be the first and last to know
youll never know 
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