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Vicarious Atonement

Mars Volta (The)
(album: Amputechture)

Don´t you pretend
That I´m not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she´s nearby
Where is your face
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem first born
I suspect
You´ve been carrying a pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while I had the chance

Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river ganges God damns my name

Don´t let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails