The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Maybe I'll breakdown
Maybe I'll try
Circumvent inoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown?
Lately I might
Un-connect 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 walk 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
Un-connect 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
Un-connect the fascination
And I just want to touch
The vault that I call home
It falls beneath your palms
Before I crawl my out she calls
You're standing right outside my window
Water thirsting
You're standing right outside my window
Water thirsting, when will I drown?
I'll never get a distance shot
Heard vesper pure
I never want to see your face
Until 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've 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
Un-connect the fascination
And I just want to touch
Maybe I'll try
Circumvent inoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown?
Lately I might
Un-connect 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 walk 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
Un-connect 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
Un-connect the fascination
And I just want to touch
The vault that I call home
It falls beneath your palms
Before I crawl my out she calls
You're standing right outside my window
Water thirsting
You're standing right outside my window
Water thirsting, when will I drown?
I'll never get a distance shot
Heard vesper pure
I never want to see your face
Until 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've 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
Un-connect the fascination
And I just want to touch
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Metatron Lyrics as written by Omar Rodriguez Cedric Bixler
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"My time is writing on the wall"
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