The Mars Volta - The Malkin Jewel

I must have crawled through your bedroom door

in a fit of jealous breath

perched upon the Bacchus foot

of your unsuspecting bed

From the blossom rags in my jackal croon

to the stems of this cinquefoil

I give to you the shrapnel

with which to sprinkle in the soil

Because...

All the traps in the cellar go clickety clack

cause you know I always set them for you

Yeah, for you!

And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps

yeah, you know they're gonna take me to you

Yeah, to you!

Wash it down with harlot soap

well, is this what you want?

I'll paint your steps with the lilac stains

of smelter revenant

My cutlery is rattling

in the dormant wooden drawers

from the palm of my throne I beckon you

to cut the orchid cord

Because...

All the traps in the cellar go clickety clack

cause you know I always set them for you

Yeah, for you!

And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps

yeah, you know they're gonna take me to you

Yeah, to you!

I know a girl that was woven

in spindle and thread

wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta

scaffolding wed

She tosses and turns

and wakes all the children in bed

yawning with hunger

they take turns of nourishment

She says...

Somebody, somebody help me

Is there anybody that can set me free?

From the mountains of avarice this I beg to you

My ether turns flesh to gravel

And all the traps in the cellar go clickety clack

cause you know I always set them for you

Yeah, I set them for you!

And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps

cause you know they're gonna take me to you

Yeah, to you!

And all the traps in the cellar go clickety clack

cause you know I always set them for you

Yeah, for you!

And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps

yeah, you know they're gonna...

The Mars Volta - Empty Vessels Make The Loudest Sound

If I trust in the wind she will pave me a different road
I will try and start over but I think I must choose someone else
I am pulled from the pages where the letters lack the pigment of trust

Must be on my way, I've got to get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold

I've abandoned the outcome in search of the rest I deserve
You can do what you will with my body but I won't ring the bell
I've omitted the chapters that bow and admit defeat

Must be on my way, I've got to get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold

I am a mountain
Of cavernous people
Searching for a lighthouse in the fog

Of the flowers that grew from the cracks in the ground you paved
Didn't you think he would warn me through the thorns of my waking dreams
When the riddles connected the dots of this constellation

Must be on my way, I've got to get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold

I am a mountain
Of cavernous people
Searching for a lighthouse in the fog

I found a reason to leave you with this load
All I can do is forgive your broken heart
Trapped in this tower made of amber for too long
All I can do is forgive your broken heart

The Mars Volta - Imago

My anguish told you
A persistent lie

The parasitic psychics that you push by wheel
Were spoken to me everytime

And like a charlatan
You counterfeit the vessels through flesh and time

These pacts we keep in secret
Drinking from a well that was cured by drought

My torment adores you
When my strings are tied

Out of compulsion I must decimate
The sapless embryonic miles

And like a charlatan
You counterfeit the vessels through flesh and time

These pacts we keep in secret
Drinking from a well that was cured by drought

My knives are burrowed voices
Glistened by the handles so they won't let go

These limbs are out of reaches
Extensions of a spirit that is not controlled

My heart is trapped inside
And I refuse to accept this throne

My night's unfolding
Reads like a page of test results

This sterile codex
Is missing all my last resolve

And like a charlatan
You counterfeit the vessels through flesh and time

These pacts we keep in secret
Drinking from a well that was cured by drought

The Mars Volta - Aegis

The days are catching up to me
My unconscious fear unbound
Is it time to tailor fit the notion
That come Sunday I'm in the ground?

The obelisk fumes have occupied
Emphatically austere
A smelter pile made by the debt collector
Where the children should be seen, not heard

Even if there is no way back home

I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away

Can you hear him saber rattling
With bones I've left behind?
Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants
Am I your son or just a clone?

Dasehra, you were sworn to be
A window to my night
My subterfuge, just branches to the mandrake
Where the children should be seen, not heard

Even if there is no way back home

I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away

Under the aegis of cognition
I am dead, I will escape

Engrammic marks of ligature
I am dead, I will escape

Under the aegis of cognition
I am dead, I will escape

Engrammic marks of ligature
Am I dead, will I escape?

I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away