The Mars Volta: Day of the baphomets

Sawing off the pavementrepenting their past livesmight i be the only payment leftto be left behindclay and pigment footstepsrust it boiling cleanour bull let in linguisticsthat only we can breatheI gotta prayer that'll make you theirs nowbeneath sepulchersraise your entrails as an offerFondling with pitchforksin a cattle prodded seasignaling the sedativesto emaciate their queenbowing in constrictionanytime you leavewe snuffed ourselves an angeland cut her by the wingsI gotta prayer that'll make you theirs nowbeneath sepulchersraise your entrails as an offerIn my sight i was bornto bring death at the footsteps of your hometonighti have sewnall the hair and crooked nailsthat you all have wornwhile your wifesits at homei plant the verminbecause she needs it soHow long must we fold by handthe nuns are burning wheels againdent of mattress to make it barecome clean with the anecdoteafter all we came undonepale of sluts with host at faultone day we won't pay your debtour centipedes will get theirs yetPoachers in your homepoachers in your homeHow long must we fold by handthe nuns are burning wheels againdent of mattress to make it barecome clean with the anecdoteafter all we came undonepale of sluts with host at faultone day we won't pay your debtour centipedes will get theirs yetFold the river by the lipsas a cruel and smothered windfits the gash with ornamentsdawn is nodding off againraised the braille to read it cleargathered by the cholerarinse the burns in cauldronshelp the palm we see a lensmy hands secrete a monumentmy hands secrete a monumentI am the reasonfour your missing childthey might be homebut there's no traceunder your pillowi have left a spineoh the things we dowhen you're awayi saw the messagethat you wrote in the sanddismembered hints that carve awaythe anesthetic of your gospel saidput a muzzle on the lambGive me one pagegive me one pagemake it blankmace that i leakwill raingive me one pagegive me one pagemake it blankrace i inflictyour wayMaybe one day you'll stop and realizethe throne that you serve is deadGive me a plaguegive me a plaguemake it blanknothing you own is safe