Mars Volta şarkı sözleri
Sawing off the pavement
repenting their past lives
might i be the only payment left
to be left behind
clay and pigment footsteps
rust it boiling clean
our bullet in linguistics
that only we can breathe
i gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now
beneath sepulchers
raise your entrails as an offer
(2x)
fondling with pitchforks
in a cattle prodded sea
signaling the sedatives
