Тексты песен «Mars Volta»

I am coming this way Caught in this world Caught in this world Caught in this world You remember differing Who will save you? In your odd Who will be the first? And I feel sorry for all the anglophiles Who's a member...

A salty ring of night fatigue When I get, get, get the sweats from you listening Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse Serated mare ephemera undo her mother's curse So if you break me a mirror Hang the broken...

Do you recall it's name As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues dust Shrouded in veils Because these handcuffs hurt to much...

Do you recall it's name As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues dust Shrouded in veils Because these handcuffs hurt to much Still scalping...

In denial Who will come clean all the ravenous debris In disguise Sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing This scapegrace will pay my barking harangue Are you listening? On the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old...

The horsemen you have brought deserve me Some how they've made it through the floor The clocks you set are they reversing Before this visit turns conjugal Ever more maybe tonight So my half is waiting Filed to a pulp...

Close the doors If you want to see her breathing again Blur the days sleeping is just not an option How come every time I walk you crawl When you cut out all the letters that make up this note I won't give up 'till I...

When Sanskrit was my mother tongue Scarabs filled my pillow Tarmac strips to pave for them And thrones from which to teach And in that pulse the future said The story had been spun You wet your bed so sleep in it Cards...

Neonecropopulace has no reflection Neocaeczaristic phallic ruins Just east of the rival denial the techs are breathing Welcome to this neotokyo Gridlocks will warn the chromlech alarm Bouquet of cuticles Landscape...

The ocean floor is hidden From your viewing lens A depth perception Languished in the night All my life,I've been Sewing the wounds But the seeds sprout A lachrymal cloud Nino preparate Que vas a sufrir Nino...

Sawing off the pavement Repenting their past lives Might I be the only payment left To be left behind Clay and pigment footsteps Rust it boiling clean Our bull let in linguistics That only we can breathe I gotta prayer...

The swarms that I speak are the wrists I have cut by flooding the tubs Where the warmth held her up The lockets believe that the secret of love has caught its own tail and its just won't give up When I breath the...

You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there (spines in a row) These steps keep on growing long (spite as an arrow) Bayonet trials rust...

You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is...

Drunkship of Lanterns Lyrics You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust...

Drunkship of Lanterns Lyrics You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust...

I've been drinking black mirror again The closer we part I needed to touch your lips With the nail in my heart The night that you caught me My coffin did walk I fell at your mercy I fell in your grave Meccamputechture...

And there are those who Hadn't found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong? Of pavolov lore They ran rampant through the floors Is this wrong? Feels so wrong Happened on a respirator In the basements Are they gone? Are they...

And there are those who Hadn't found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong Of pavolov lore They ran rampant through the floors Is this wrong Feels so wrong Happened on a respirator In the basements Are they gone...

The Al Sirat hides behind a wardrobe of eunuchs Seconds collide with the padisha scandal The cauldrons have eyes by way of racket and vice A brothel's bedpan filled with demimonde lice Dethroned by the comatorium...