The Mars Volta - Frances the mute

Its been thirteen seconds Since you all last said Ive become the apparition You predicted for my death You said that flirting brings you Closer to the end You can bait into the water But youll never get the hint And like a stain of bricks goes Dancing by your head Plucked from an icebox Grafted on my skin My coat has hid the marks Mink hits the shovel fix Near the sway of pendulums Boar abrasions and a kiss She said, Ill never let them hurt you Ill never let them in What you took from me is mine What is mine Ill never give Mascara glass in the molar weeds Herash,a serpent infancy His eye patch pussed a gap of sand Into his shine a sedative More and more the dirt collects Youll never find her body now Her closet festered in a secret air Blonde underneath a blackened hair He never knew the colony Gestated in his bed Mingle with the carnivores youve something both in common now Till one day his wasted breath Swollen throat and karma debt Set foot inside a parlor, to find her drunken by receipts He held her by the ankles Gutted at the nave, yes gutted and depraves He tied a rope around her legs And let her hang for seven days [Chorus] This never happened, but I saw you leave, And crawl into a bed of broken windows