SINCE WE'VEBEEN WRONG
Do you remember how you wore that dressit slit my sight beneath
the eyelids
Do you remember what you said to meWhat course has given you the
right to strayAnd in your living tomb I'm stuck but safe
The clocks are ticking fast with every breath
Since weve been wrongI've been part awake
Since weve been wrongYou will never ever know me
What took you so longI'm not sure all the way
But my heart it asks just one more timeAre you still a mess
One day a rain will come to wash awayThe earth that held us was
no island
I have become ingrown inside this skinI'll find a way out
through those eyelids
And all the days become a cast awayI seem to think I don't
belong here
Since weve been wrongI've been part awake
Since weve been wrongYou will never ever know me
What took you so longI'm not sure all the way
But my heart it asks just one more timeAre you still a mess
I don't belong hereI shouldn't stay
What falls inside me grows emptyThe walls between us will never
break
Just seals it shut it grows empty
Since weve been wrongI've been part awake
Since weve been wrongYou will never ever know me
What took you so longI'm not sure all the way
But my heart it asks just one more timeAre you still a mess
TEFLONI just dont know the laymans terms
to call the mess you breedWhat thaws beneath this surface
soils blood to your family treeThe dates they change with each
new phase
Im anxious bouts of nervous
What am I without the bruisesthis switch it wont come on
What do I do to lose itbeneath this distress call
Let the wheels burnLet the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neckwith the body inside
Frames of infrared keep scrolling into focus
Scarab crank the busy signalwith habits that you notice
The dates they change with each new phase
I'm anxious bouts of nervous
What am I without the bruisesthis switch it wont come on
What do I do to lose itbeneath this distress call
Let the wheels burnLet the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neckwith the body inside
Taking all the hostagesinto the oval office
Draw the curtains part their hairand pull the trigger softly
If they have me committedthen I'll just take you with me
One driver in your motorcadeis all it takes . . . is all it
takes
Sandmen grains in Teflon veinsis all it takes . . . is all it
takes
HALO OF NEMBUTALS When the earth lets you goWhen the verdict is
verminBy the fork in my tongue
When you run out of sermonWhen sooner or later
is still not enoughWhat a foul little temptressyour daughters
become
Deviate by all means in nameCuz we all crawl in quicksand the
same
The night I begged you to come to meThe limp in your talk
and the scent of your bleedAnd still Im not willing to let you
go
You covered your woundsin a bandage of sloth
The deeper the slur that rang from her laughAnd something tells
me to keep it together
How could you turn your back on meIve summoned the stampede of
infidel feetFor all I ever wanted is all you ever flaunted
Deviate by all means in nameCuz we all crawl in quicksand the
same
Vanished to 5th dementia Cables of ringworms
have hung themselvesOf this I ate . . .
Communion shapedSerpent rays in prism tail rainbows escape
They sent in the necrophiliacs Carcinogen tar
turns to smoldering aspOf this I ate . . .
Communion shapedSerpent rays in prism tail rainbows escapwe
Read it from bottomless palindromes Hear my request to be
disowned
Of this I ate . . .Communion shaped
Serpent rays in prism tail rainbows escape
Deviate by all all means in nameCuz we all crawl in quicksand
the same
Produced by Omar Rodriguez Lopez
All songs written by The Mars Volta:Omar Rodriguez Lopez (music,
arrangements, direction)
Cedric Bixler Zavala (vocals, lyrics)
These compositions were then performed by The Mars Volta
Group:Marcel Rodriguez Lopez, Thomas Pridgen, John Frusciante,
Isaiah Ikey Owens, Juan Alderete de la Pea, Cedric Bixler Zavala,
and Omar Rodriguez Lopez
This album was recorded in August of 2008 at 99 Sutton St..,
Brooklyn, NYby Isaiah Abolin, Lars Stalfors, Omar Rodriguez Lopez,
and Shaun Sullivan
on the E-Clat Disaster Portable Morgue Unit
Mixed by Rich Costey at Electric Lady Studios, NYCAssisted by
Noah Goldstein
with thanks due to Lee Foster
Mastered by Howie Weinberg at Masterdisk, NYC
Additional piano played by Mark Aanderud
Original art by Jeff JordanLayout and design by Sonny Kay
John Frusciante appears courtesy of Warner Bros. Records
P 2009 by Hija De Lola (ASCAP), Amputekthure (ASCAP)
Management:Q Prime and Nick Ben Meir
Gracias.
WITH TWILIGHT AS MY GUIDE
Im bolted from withinfrom long conniving heights
The hail it makes a special soundthat always stays into the
night
She tells me Im not capableof what they accuse me
with no remorse I stand and say thatguilty is what I plead
My devil makes me dream like no other mortal dreams
With a blank eye cornerThe only way to see him
in the tunnel where he sleptBy the longest tusk of corridors
Numb below the neckIn my heart
Where he keeps themin a vault of devil daughters
When I bend in kicking formwith twilight as my guide
In every home the ghost veins gossip
You can hear them if you try
When my quill begins to squirmfrom the ashes in your urn
Your deviance is anything but faithful
My devil makes me dreamlike no other mortal dreams
With a blank eye cornerThe only way to see him
in the tunnel where he sleptBy the longest tusk of corridors
Numb below the neckIn my heart
Where he keeps themin a vault of devil daughters
Every bodyhangs like dead leavesDont you hurt these
branches waitingIve been watching
you fall to meDont desert meI'm not waiting
COTOPAXIWhen Sanskrit was my mother tongue
Scarabs filled my pillowTarmac strips to pave for them
And thrones from which to teachAnd in that pulse the future
said
The story had been spunYou wet your bed so sleep in it
Cards cant make a house
And up that hill go the last of my crumbsWe'll be lucky if we
eat tonight
And up that hill go the last of my crumbsThats why I'll magnify
a hole . . .
When light years came And light years passedTugging on the
brink
Spoils reported missingPut down in its sleep
Strangled in the backgroundFitted for a mask
The future wont believe youPast the ransom fast
And up that hill go the last of my crumbsWe'll be lucky if we
eat tonight
And up that hill go the last of my crumbsThats why I'll magnify
a hole . . .
Dont beat around the pulpitThere is no lost and foundWhere is
the devil waiting
Trying to disguise . . .Ive seen what you used to look likeBut
down here you wont survive
Ive got the weight of half of the worldDont stop dragging the
lake
I wont come home if you cant come home
Even if you make a grave with my nameYou better keep on looking
for me
DESPERATE GRAVESThe swarms that I speakare the wrists I have
cut
by flooding the tubswhere the warmth held her up
The lockets believethat the secret of lovehas caught its own
tail
and it just won't give up
When I breath the heavens cant hold meand I can't believe
anymore
The light bringsthe highest execution
Show me the wings I must cut
In your landfill daysthese are desperate graves
Give me the alterred will shine
This pendulum wont wait
If I slay your spiritwith twin current volts
that weak in your kneesin the pit of my palms
Dressed in the slurs ofbovine engines
to feast upon the carcass of your mother
When I breathe the heavens can't hold meand I cant believe
anymore
The light bringsthe highest execution
Show me the wings I must cut
When I turn the dialand leave the gas on
Im the matchstick that you'll never lose
These are the splintersmade from a single blade
I'm the matchstickthat you'll never lose
I light the key that locks you inI'm the matchstick that you'll
never lose
And you'll wear the burden of all my burnsI'm the matchstick
that you'll never lose
In your landfill daysthese are desperate graves
Give me the alterred will shine
This pendulum wont wait
COPERNICUSClose the doors
if you want to see her breathing againBlur the days
sleeping is just not an optionHow come every time I walk you
crawl
When you cut out all the lettersthat make up this note
I wont give uptil I find what happened to you
The solution inhaled fromthe rag I hold
holds a maximum vacancyAs I held you in crippled bandagesDont
you stay up and wait for me
Left dangling in the wind
Youre not thereI poke needles
in the neck of a dollShe pokes backasking why cant I just let
her out
How come every time I walk you crawlWhen you cut out all the
letters
that make up this noteI wont give up
til I find what happened to youThe solution inhaled from
the rag I holdholds a maximum vacancy
As I hold you in crippled bandagesdont you stay up and wait for
me
Left dangling in the wind
Dont let the days escapeWhat I did brings more of them
And we'll be waiting just for themOver my dead body
Over the search they leadand they wont find them anymore
Now that I collectfrom cells that we once shared
with multi-headed union of multiple selves
The solution inhaled fromthe rag I hold
holds a maximum vacancyAs I held you in crippled bandagesdont
you stay up and wait for me
Left dangling in the wind
LUCIFORMS How much do you make
in that death factorySeverance owed
in the chamber of revolversEmpty jails
fall from my scalpShake the globe and let me outIf still I can
remember the day that they took you from meSeems like I've been
running from your trenchant memory
Harp sickle will warn me when it's overCuz if heaven
breathes
then someone trade places with meCuz I dont want to tear
feathers instead of rags
When do I get to see the bodypreserved inside this grin
Sewn in the lips were her last words
I'll be damnedI can still hear her laughingYour angels have
tangled their brass againThe comfort of doubt still it keeps you
thin
And still I can remember the daythat they took you from meSeems
like I've been running from your trenchant memory
Harp sickle will warn me when it's overCuz if heaven
breathes
then someone trade places with meCuz I dont want to tear
feathers instead of rags
Does your temperature ache
Is your glass bout to breakAre you purple with current
Will you now become the servantGordian knots in the power
lines
Saucer fills to empty with pesticideLike the pharoahs of old
Bury me in goldI'll make your son refuse to fight
in the stalk home setting that we provideIf your heart does
cease to speak
My fingernail choir will make your chalkboard sing
