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2017-01-03

  Maybe I'll break down

  Maybe I'll try

  Circumvent inoculation

  And I just want a cut

  When will I break down?

  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 break down

  Maybe I'll try

  Circumvent inoculation

  And I just want a cut

  When will I break down?

  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 break down

  Maybe I'll try

  Circumvent inoculation

  And I just want a cut

  When will I break down?

  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 way out

  She calls

  When 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 distant shot

  Heard vessper 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 riding 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 riding 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

  Eye of fatima

  I've kept all your dreams

  In a waking sermon of indictment

  Maybe I'll break down

  Maybe I'll try

  Circumvent inoculation

  And I just want a cut

  When will I break down?

  Lately I might

  Un-connect the fascination

  And I just want to touch

  Mars Volta - Metatron

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