The Mars Volta - Televators lyrics
[The Mars Volta - Televators lyrics]
Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets riddle me this
Three half eaten corneas who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto da-fé a capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips mark these words
One day this chalk outline
Will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt
That cushioned his face?
A room colored charlatan hid in a safe
Stalk the ground stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto da-fé a capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto da-fé a capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets riddle me this
Three half eaten corneas who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto da-fé a capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips mark these words
One day this chalk outline
Will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt
That cushioned his face?
A room colored charlatan hid in a safe
Stalk the ground stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto da-fé a capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto da-fé a capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go