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The Mars Volta

The swarms that I speak
are the wrists I have cut
by flooding the tubs
where the warmth held her up

The lockets believe
that the secret of love
has caught its own tail
and it just won't give up

When I breathe
the heavens can't hold me
and I can't believe anymore

The light brings
the highest execution
show me the wings I must cut

In your landfill days
these are desperate graves

Give me the alter
red will shine
this pendulum won't wait

If I slay your spirits
with twin current volts
that weaken your knees
in the pit of my palms

Dressed in the slurs
of bovine engines
to feast upon the carcass
of your mother

When I breathe
the heavens can't hold me
and I can't believe anymore

The light brings
the highest execution
show me the wings I must cut

In your landfill days
these are desperate graves

Give me the alter
red will shine
this pendulum won't wait

When I turn the dial
and leave the gas on
I'm the matchstick
that you'll never lose

These are the splinters
made from a single blade
I'm the matchstick
that you'll never lose

I light the key
that locks you in
I'm the matchstick
that you'll never lose

And you'll wear the burden
of all my burns
I'm the matchstick
that you'll never lose

In your landfill days
these are desperate graves

Give me the alter
red will shine
this pendulum won't wait

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