Mars Volta - Metatron

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Maybe I'll breakdown

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut



When will I breakdown

Lately I might

Unconnect 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 no 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

Unconnect 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

Unconnect 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



You're standing right outside my window

Water thirsting

You're standing right outside my window

Water thirsting, will I drown



I'll never get a distance shot

Heard vesper pure

I never wanna see your face

'Til the word is made flesh



You'd better ask Metatron

Those flowers that withered 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



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 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

Unconnect the fascination

And I just want to touch

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