The Mars Volta: Metatron

Maybe I'll break downMaybe I'll tryCircumvent inoculationAnd I just want a cutWhen will I break down?Lately I mightUn-connect the fascinationAnd I just want to touchThis is a listThey're my demandsForget the questionCome on bring your nervous handsYou read it in my letter"Patience worth is dead"Suffocate the inkwell"I am legion" said the penHer seraph snoutAnd cruciform limpI blame the shrouding of a lesser manMy sigil contraptionsThey walk with no crutchesDon't show me the hingesI am absentMaybe I'll break downMaybe I'll tryCircumvent inoculationAnd I just want a cutWhen will I break down?Lately I mightUn-connect the fascinationAnd I just want to touchShe came to meWhen she was pouring out of droolUnder sedationUnder vulgar multitudesIf you stay and tryTo fix what you didThe sheets were wet from all those messagesA million petitionsHer lock with no keyYou forfeit the right to be believedFull implantShapeless as a jewelAnd I am stranded by eternal solitudeMaybe I'll break downMaybe I'll tryCircumvent inoculationAnd I just want a cutWhen will I break down?Lately I mightUn-connect the fascinationAnd I just want to touchThe vault that I call homeIt falls beneath your palmsBefore I crawl my way outShe callsWhen you're standing right outside my windowWater thirstingYou're standing right outside my windowWater thirstingWhen will I drown?I'll never get a distant shotHeard vessper pureI never want to see your faceUntil the word is made fleshYou'd better ask MetatronThose flowers that withered awayIn the pages of your bookFor one day they won't block your routeIn the dead plot you dream inTen go awayTen born of prayTen go awayFolding wormholesMy time is riding in the alphabetFolding wormholesMy time is riding on the wallIn the dead plot you dream inTen go awayTen born of prayTen go awayFolding wormholesMy time is riding in the alphabetFolding wormholesMy time is riding on the wallDebase by your sentenceI fell in the trapWhat door slid behind me?I can't see it anymoreWhen she sleeps as a witnessGot no better handsTied a single stutterDo you speak my dialect?Accidents will happenKeep your earnings to yourselfOne sip under the tableUntil it moves all by itselfEye of fatimaI've kept all your dreamsIn a waking sermon of indictmentMaybe I'll break downMaybe I'll tryCircumvent inoculationAnd I just want a cutWhen will I break down?Lately I mightUn-connect the fascinationAnd I just want to touch