Текст песни This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed - Unfinished Original Recordings Of De-Loused In The Comatorium - The Mars Volta

I′ve been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
It was raining down fingers
The inbreeds remain
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You came here on time
I just hope that it's not too late
I′ve seen you at night
Biting the frost of silence
Can you cure us of this fate
Mock the litany in its face
Is that you, Moatilliatta?
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
They blew talks about reckons
But the senses rot
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Hex zero rouge
He'll hibernate no more
The altars run dry
Prefect dictate your final words
Does it sting of augur truth
Was your temple left in ruins?
Is that you, Moatilliatta?
I′ve been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
I was tossing a sanctum
And left for drad
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This is the altar
The one that you let me die in
On your knees, how you wept
Much like Omertà
The quiet has shielded all intent
On the ground it appears like a wrath
Avenging the lamb as bait
In a bed of nails we made
Who is this effigy?
Is there straw dressed in these fields?
And now it won′t be long
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to mend all the blame
They blew talks about reckons
But the senses rot
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