Lyrics Tetragrammaton - The Mars Volta
                                                Tell 
                                                me 
                                                it's 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rusbel 
                                                awaits
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                surface
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                nothing 
                                                is 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eyelids 
                                                sank 
                                                muffled
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                nerve 
                                                aura 
                                                sound
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                when 
                                                she 
                                                awakes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                she 
                                                still 
                                                be 
                                                with 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                darkclots
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leap 
                                                year 
                                                is 
                                                late
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                did 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ask 
                                                all 
                                                but 
                                                the 
                                                bait
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                    a 
                                                Christ 
                                                that 
                                                went 
                                                hissing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Constricting 
                                                his 
                                                cells
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                summon 
                                                by 
                                                candle 
                                                by 
                                                book 
                                                and 
                                                by 
                                                bell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glossolalia 
                                                coats 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glycerin 
                                                and 
                                                turbulence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stuffed 
                                                the 
                                                voice 
                                                inside 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mirrors 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                animals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glossolalia 
                                                coats 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glycerin 
                                                and 
                                                turbulence
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sermon 
                                                goes 
                                                mourning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pricking 
                                                its 
                                                hail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slothful 
                                                the 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                preys 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                seed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shall 
                                                behead 
                                                the 
                                                drought
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wound 
                                                under 
                                                sleeves
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hope 
                                                you 
                                                have 
                                                room
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                thicket 
                                                of 
                                                vines
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                moment
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                claim 
                                                what 
                                                you've 
                                                stole
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                streets 
                                                will 
                                                hang 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stretched 
                                                ribs 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                taste
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                cover 
                                                the 
                                                smell 
                                                with 
                                                silver 
                                                nitrate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mending 
                                                the 
                                                cuts 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                prosthetic 
                                                faith
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glossolalia 
                                                coats 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glycerin 
                                                and 
                                                turbulence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stuffed 
                                                the 
                                                voice 
                                                inside 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mirrors 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                animals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glossolalia 
                                                coats 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glycerin 
                                                and 
                                                turbulence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stuffed 
                                                the 
                                                voice 
                                                inside 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mirrors 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                animals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                so 
                                                long
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dear 
                                                mnemonic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Assume 
                                                the 
                                                form
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                given 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                I'll 
                                                spill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                hold 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                hold 
                                                my 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                made 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                brought 
                                                your 
                                                own 
                                                leash
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                me 
                                                no 
                                                more, 
                                                no,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                I'm 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Outside
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                drift
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                read 
                                                my 
                                                will
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                thread 
                                                and 
                                                itch
 
                                    
                                
                                                Failure 
                                                to 
                                                comply
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                failure 
                                                to 
                                                decease
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                still 
                                                you 
                                                won't 
                                                know 
                                                everything
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                built 
                                                the 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sulking 
                                                drained 
                                                the 
                                                fall 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                pale 
                                                will
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swarming 
                                                by 
                                                your 
                                                steps
 
                                    
                                
                                                Licking 
                                                the 
                                                ankles 
                                                of 
                                                blasphemer 
                                                guilts
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                only 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                drape 
                                                    a 
                                                plastic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Over 
                                                the 
                                                stuck 
                                                pig 
                                                scalp 
                                                of 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                cover 
                                                the 
                                                sock 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                flatline 
                                                had 
                                                spread
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                kiosk 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                temporal 
                                                lobe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                shaped 
                                                like 
                                                Rosalyn 
                                                Carter
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                says 
                                                my 
                                                map 
                                                is 
                                                home 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                torn 
                                                face 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                only 
                                                but 
                                                    a 
                                                million 
                                                blemishes
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                tell 
                                                you 
                                                all 
                                                about
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                they 
                                                just 
                                                gagged 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                make 
                                                him 
                                                come 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gas 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                hind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                your 
                                                five 
                                                legged 
                                                snare
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tooth 
                                                picks 
                                                the 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                nothing 
                                                is 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                drags 
                                                your 
                                                waltz
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cross 
                                                the 
                                                altar 
                                                top
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                    a 
                                                sleep 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deprivation 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trespass 
                                                your 
                                                form
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                void 
                                                of 
                                                dusk
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                ask 
                                                to 
                                                look
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                mask 
                                                stays 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                levitate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Teutonic 
                                                print
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cruelty 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                wrath
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                my 
                                                instrument
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                they 
                                                just 
                                                gagged 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                make 
                                                him 
                                                come 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                locked 
                                                the 
                                                cuffs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Arsenic 
                                                erupts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                you 
                                                drink 
                                                the 
                                                shadow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                my 
                                                red 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                false
 
                                    
                                
                                                Witness 
                                                to 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                one 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                chamber
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                your 
                                                finger 
                                                got 
                                                stuck
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                slip 
                                                the 
                                                sound
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                    a 
                                                cry 
                                                for 
                                                help
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                all 
                                                was 
                                                lost
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                you 
                                                walked
 
                                    
                                
                                                Palms 
                                                speak 
                                                through 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Serve 
                                                your 
                                                memory 
                                                lost
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                contaminate 
                                                with 
                                                insignias
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                they 
                                                just 
                                                gagged 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                make 
                                                him 
                                                come 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glossolalia 
                                                coats 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glycerin 
                                                and 
                                                turbulence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stuffed 
                                                the 
                                                voice 
                                                inside 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mirrors 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                animals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wait 
                                                till 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                my 
                                                hands 
                                                on 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                forgive 
                                                    a 
                                                face 
                                                that 
                                                lift 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                you 
                                                wait
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                my 
                                                hands 
                                                on 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can't
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                remember
 
                                    
                                
                                                (...)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unwrap 
                                                my 
                                                corpse
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                thaw
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                eye 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                needle
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                get 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                They'll 
                                                check 
                                                my 
                                                wrist
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                fake 
                                                    a 
                                                pulse
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                human
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                thought 
                                                    I 
                                                was
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                pet 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sixth 
                                                pentacle 
                                                dice
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                role 
                                                the 
                                                seven
 
                                    
                                
                                                St. 
                                                Michael 
                                                dies
 
                                    
                                
                                                They'll 
                                                be 
                                                no 
                                                ransom
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                shut 
                                                my 
                                                mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                scald 
                                                the 
                                                answer
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                afraid 
                                                of
 
                                    
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