The Mars Volta: Tetragammaton

Tell me it's overrusbel awaitsi've been to the surfaceand nothing is thereeyelids sank muffledin the nerve aura soundbut when she awakeswill she still be with usMy heart is darkclotsleap year is latehow did you get hereask all but the baitfrom a christ that went hissingconstricting his cellswe summon by candle by book and by bellGlossolalia coats my skinglycerin and turbulencestuffed the voice inside of godmirrors to the animalsThe sermon goes mourningpricking it's hailslothful the childthat preys on the seedshall behead the droughwound under sleevesi hope you have roomin a thicket of vinesGive me a momentto clean what you've stolethe streets will hang highstretch ribs and let tastewe'll cover the smell with silver nitratemending the cuts of your prosthetic faithGlossolalia coats my skinglycerin and turbulencestuffed the voice inside of godmirrors to the animalsThen so longdear mnemonicassume the formyou've given me and i'll spillNow hold onjust hold my handsay that they made youbut you brought your own leashtell me no more nosay i'm the last oneoutsideby the driftyou read my willof thread and itchfailure to complyas failure to deceaseand still you won't know everythingi've built the fallSulking drained the fall of my pale willswarming by your stepslicking the ankles of blasphemer guiltsit only meant to drape a plasticover the stuck pig scalp of headto cover the sock where the flatline had spreadthe kiosk in my temporal lobeis shaped like rosalyn cartershe says my map is home againbut torn face downi have only but a million blemishesto tell you all aboutin the end they just gagged meto make him come outgas me the hindof your five legged snaretooth picks the eyebut no things theredown drags your waltzcross the alter topfrom a sleep thatdepravation knewtrespass your formi'm void of duski'd ask to lookbut the mask stays onyou'll levitateteutonic printcruelty is the wrathof my instrumentin the end they just gagged meto make him come outyou locked the cuffsarsenic eruptswill you drink the shadowof my red hairyou and your falsewitness to godyou've one in the chamberbut your finger got stucklet slip the soundof a cry for helpbut all was loston the night you walkedpalms speak through eyesserve your memory losti contaminate with insigniasin the end they just gagged meto make him come outglossolalia coats my skinglycerin and turbulencestuffed the voice inside of godmirrors to the animalswait till it get my hands on youi won't forget a face that left mejust you waittill i get my hands on youi can'tyou won't rememberunwrap my corpseand let it thawin the eye of the needlei can't get outthey'll check my wristi'll faint a pulsei'm not the humanyou thought i wasif you pet the nightsixth pentacle diceif you roll the sevenst. michael diesthey'll be no ransomdon't shut my mouthi scald the answeryou're afraid of