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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Lyricist: The Mars Volta
Lyrics:
Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras Este ladrón cuenta se dio Trapa mal hecho de trampas te lo juro Que yo sí te mato Y con cada día que se pase recuerda te Quien era el más poderoso
Don't let me, don't let me go There is a venom in numerical lies Your convalescent thorns are but a crown of magnets They fold the shakes inside that third glass eye Come on and give it to me, come on and die
In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Let me let comfort come drown by your side
Hay mi hija no me llores Porque yo te quito de esta cruz Y a noche te vi caminando sin la alma de tu cuerpo En los brazos sin luz
Stains fall into the brick wall severed Four of them were watchin' while the other three did hide The culprit spat the seed from a podium of glass Shatterin' the sigil that you thought was deitized
Don't let me, don't let me go There is a venom in numerical lies Your convalescent thorns are but a crown of maggots They rot the shakes inside that third glass eye Come on and give it to me, come on and die
In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Let me let comfort come drown by your side
In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Let me let comfort come drown by your side
Wait I've seen the arc shake from your mnemonic tongue But the braille that you weave of itself, it shall read aloud Yes it will I said, she's fallin', she's still fallin' But no one wants to come She's crawlin', she's still crawlin' On your burial ground Said, she's fallin', she's still fallin' But no one wants to come I said, she's crawlin', she's still crawlin' On your burial ground
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