The Mars Volta - Lapochka lyrics
[The Mars Volta - Lapochka lyrics]
'Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the moleskin I pick becomes fuse?
Avulsion limps it's spurs in the
Pinches of my earth
The dust I kick from animus shatters
Recorded on my reels of tape
The trauma stops my flow
And in your suppression tastes sulfur
Hear the children say tear of mended sails
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the moleskin I pick becomes fuse?
As if suddenly your avalanche
Reverses my polarity
And secretly come Sunday morning
Standing at the pulpit to an empty room
Hear the children say tear of mended sails
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the moleskin I pick becomes fuse?
The drowning water you drink
Passed on by birth
I'm no longer willing to give you control
Water you drink passed on by birth
I'm no longer willing to give you control