The Mars Volta - Soothsayer lyrics

[The Mars Volta - Soothsayer lyrics]

My love becomes a mange
Dyeing autumn in it's leaves
When it broke me in the branch
Where my antlers come to feed
And I swam a hundred days
In the bosom of this filth
Carry on this drought as I tighten my belt

This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours

Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads

In a field of balding marble
Where the medicine await's
The hourglass pokes at the ribs of my cage
At half rations I'm finished


At half rations the minutes
All that happens was given coil and embrace

This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours

Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads

This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours

Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads

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