Metatron
The Mars Volta

Maybe I'll breakdown

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent innoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I breakdown?

Lately I might

Unconnect the fascination

And I just want to touch


This is a list

They're my demands

Forget the question

Come on, bring your nervous hands


You read it in my letter

Patience worth is dead

Suffocate the inkwell

I am legion, said the pen


Her seraph snout

And cruciform limp

I blame the shrouding

Of a lesser man


My sigil contraptions

They work with no crutches

Don't show me the hinges

I am absent


Maybe I'll breakdown

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent innoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I breakdown?

Lately I might

Unconnect the fascination

And I just want to touch


She came to me

When she was pouring out of drool

Under sedation

Under vulgar multitudes


If you stay and try

To fix what you did

The sheets were wet from

All those messages


A million petitions

Her lock with no key

You forfeit the right

To be believed


Full implant

Shapeless as a jewel

And I am stranded

By eternal solitude


Maybe I'll breakdown

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent innoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I breakdown?

Lately I might

Unconnect the fascination

And I just want to touch


The vault that I call home

It falls beneath your palms

Before I crawl my way out

She calls


You're standing right outside my window

Water thirsting

You're standing right outside my window

Water thirsting

When will I drown?


I'll never get a distance shot

Heard vessper pure

I never want to see your face

Until the word is made flesh


You'd better ask Metatron


Those flowers that withered away

In the pages of your book

For one day

They won't block your route


In the dead plot you dream in

Ten go away

Ten born of pray

Ten go away


Folding wormholes

My time is riding in the alphabet

Folding wormholes

My time is writing on the wall


In the dead plot you dream in

Ten go away

Ten born of pray

Ten go away


Folding wormholes

My time is riding in the alphabet

Folding wormholes

My time is writing on the wall


Debase by your sentence

I fell in the trap

What door slid behind me?

I can't see it anymore


When she sleeps as a witness

Got no better hands

Tied a single stutter

Do you speak my dialect?


Accidents will happen

Keep your earnings to yourself

One sip under the table

Until it moves all by itself


In the eye of Fatima

I've kept all your dreams

In a waking solution

Of indictment


Maybe I'll breakdown

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent innoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I breakdown?

Lately I might

Unconnect the fascination

And I just want to touch


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