Mars Volta (The)
A Plague Upon Your Hissing
Sawing at the pavement
Repenting their past lives
Might I be the only vigilante
To be left behind
A pair of polices
Aiming a bomb
raise the dock of entrails
and the numbers
A missing chromosome walks
And now we wait for the fate of the others
Mass school of this plague
Fondling with pitchforks
In a cattle prodding team
signaling the sedatives
to emmaciate their queen
no one's getting out
of the fetal counsil eye
the trenches have been flemming
to take our pampered hides
might it be the talons
sculpting young lantern jackal tool
let us nurse the vipers
in the bosom of your souls
the ducks follows
lake will swallow
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