| The Mars Volta – Rapid Fire Tollbooth Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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"You might not remember how we sleep in the past I'll soon remind you when I cut off the hand that was promised to me and then we'll shake on it those stains you can't hide or the smell of his sweat are they so permanent? did you scratch your left eye? did it blink three times? or once just to reel you in? on your blackened breath did he smell of us to taste a poison sweet I've got to rid the world of your intentions wrapped to cut like a stuck pig And give me that flesh please the one that talks like me I really want it now Baby, put it on slowly I want ya to show me Does it make you feel alright? When i peeked inside your room through that rusty bitten lock you sank a nail inside of me left me twenty years too long the black st? you kept, smell of wet cigarette and the sweat that just would not seize i have been for far too long just to keep you here on this leash for the rest of your debt 'cause i knew you'd forget i throw ashes at the bones of your feet now that you slay with a pack of strays i do believe you're not the mongrel for me And give me that flesh please the one that talks like me I really want it now Baby, put it on slowly I want ya to show me Does it make you feel alright?" These sound a bit more right then the rest of these... |
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| The Mars Volta – Vermicide Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I have the CD booklet. Here are the correct lyrics. There with them is error We are sacrosanct A taunting of ravens to you My swarms have fit the holster My faith burnt every house Like no other manger I am emptier with doubt Bare them Sevens Three to a pall Marks the Venom Lush and terminal When I became your larvae You fed me from your plates Now my slouch is nervous Sinking by the face Wrinkled by this gravel Skinless trace of time Wear your cobwebs proudly In your cheap and brittle sight My glands emit this carnage These pews bend back your knees That uniform wears you When the ultimatum pleads Bare them Sevens Three to a pall Marks the Venom Lush and terminal The cesspool it becomes you Just north of the eyebrows Squat the hole for a pucker When the rations go blonde The salted stitch is patient Waiting to engulf There is plasma from this hoax Pretending to be us Embalming all the fluids I must I must I prefer to burn it I mus I must Straight from the booklet. -Holly. |
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| The Mars Volta – Aberinkula Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| Yes. The song is about their experiences with the Ouija board. | |
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