The Mars Volta

The Mars Volta - Vicarious Atonement lyrics

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Don't you pretend

That I'm not alive

My bones never ache

Unless she's nearby

Where is your face

In a safe of dead tongues

I can see your reflection

In your totem first born

I suspect

You've been carrying a pack of wolves

I regret

Not killing you while I had the chance



Maybe I will always haunt you

Mark the somnolence with truth

Better hang your dead palace

Than have a living home to lose

In the river ganges God damns my name



Don't let these hands 

Sharpen your eyes

A rasp of tails




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