The Mars Volta Luciforms

How much do you make

in that death factory

Severance hold in the chamber of revolvers

Empty jails fall from my scalp

shaped the glove and let me out

Still I can remember the day

that they took you from me

Seems like I’ve been running

from your trenchant memory

Harpsichord will warn me when its over

Cause if heaven breathes

then someone trade places with me

Cause I don’t want to tar feathers instead of rags

Instead of rags

When do I get to see the body preserved inside this brim

sewn on the lips were her last words

I’ll be damned I can still hear her laughing

Your angels have tangled their breasts again (lol)

the comfort of doubt, still it keeps you thin

And still I can remember the day that they took you from me

Seems like I’ve been running

from your trenchant memory

Harpsichord will warn me when its over

Cause if heaven breathes

then someone trade places with me

Cause I don’t want to tar feathers instead of rags

Instead of rags

Does your temperature ache?

Is your glass about to break?

Are you purple with currant?

Will you now become the serpent?

Gordian knots in the powerlines

sizes fill empty with pesticide

With a pharaoh to hold

bury me in gold

Will your sun refuse to bite

in the Stockholm city that we provide

If your heart does cease to speak

my fingernail claw will make your chalkboard sing