The Mars Volta

The Mars Volta - Metatron lyrics

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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 



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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]
                   
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Language: English

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