The Mars Volta - Wax Simulacra

Came back to doubt yourself but broke in two
They find it punctual with idle tooth
I'll find something to shake by the roots

I crawl along the ceilings in your room
The cold is spinning thread to answer you
I need something made of freewill

Am I waiting now?
Does my waiting howl?
Am I waiting now?
Does my waiting howl?

I bring an avalanche of toltec bones
Contaminated cravings if you choose
To play something that aches for a spill
Leave out the meat for that contact high
Inhale the vapors and let the hangman smile
For that something to shake by roots

Am I waiting now?
Does my waiting howl?
Am I waiting now?
Does my waiting howl?

Bring me the tame
Witness germinates in the child
That word of mouth stutters
Blink at the lonely dice

Don't know