Mars Volta - Tetragrammaton - GTP табы

Tell me it's over
Rusbel awaits
I've been to the surface
And nothing is there
Eyelids sank muffled
In the nerve aura sound
But when she wakes
Will she still be with us

My heart is darkclots
Leap year is late
How did you get here
Ask all but the bait
From a christ what went hissing
Constricting his cells
We summon by candle by hook and bell

Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycrine and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals

The sermon goes mourning
Pricking it's hail
Slothful the child
That preys on the seed
Shall behead the drought
Wound under sleeves
I hope you have room
In a thicket of vines

Give me a moment
To clean what you've stole
The streets will hang high
Stretch ribs and let taste
We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith

Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycrine and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals

Then so long
Dear mnemonic
Assume the form
You've given me and I'll split

Now hold on
Just hold my hand
Say that they made you
But you brought your own leash
Tell me no more no
Say I'm the last one
Outside
By the drift
You read my will
Of thread and itch
Failure to comply
As failure to decease
And still you won't know everything
I've built the fall

Sulking drained the fall of my pale will
Swarming by your steps
Licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts
It only meant to drape a plastic
Over the stuck pig scalp of head
To cover the sock where the flatline had spread
The kiosk in my tempral lobe
Is shaped like rosalyn carter
She says my map is home again
But torn face down
I have only but a million blemiches
To tell you all about
In the end they just gagged me
To make him come out

Gas me the hind
Of your five legged snare
Tooth picks the eye