The Mars Volta Cavalettas
A salty ring of night fatigue
When I get the sweats
From you listening
Primordial cymatics
Giving birth into reverse
Serrated mare ephemera
Undo her mother's curse
So if you
Break me a mirror
Hang the broken pieces
Of a place
That isn't here
Don't hide that guilty smile
Condolences
Won't go away
The coins you bring
Left footprints
Blind thirst
And braille liquor
My bed is stained
With fractures
Year after vitiated year
Four corners
You are touching
They will liberate
My need
Bite marks
In the menagerie
With infidelic teeth
Is there something
Out there
Waiting to take hold
When the whore
Won't answer
Who is in control
And the names you planted
Drop the seed into a hole
If you force me often
I might jump off the board
And the names you planted
Drop the seed into a hole
If you force me often
I might jump off the board
I am a deaf con of angora goats
Warning you all who pass this mote
It's only a matter of folding
Time and space
Before I become your epidemic
Is this your first time at my conventicle
You better not talk
If you came here for semantics
It's only a matter of folding time and space
Before I become your epidemic
Don't ignore my presence
Hidden reads the scroll
By the time I asked her
The earth fell off the tongue
What once was laughter
Corrosive, I became
What once was laughter
Corrosive, I became
Where a scarlet
Bruise grows
Sprout the fault we own
I am a deaf con of angora goats
Warning you all who pass this mote
It's only a matter of folding
Time and space
Before I become your epidemic
Is this your first time at my conventicle
You better not talk
If you came here for semantics
It's only a matter of folding time and space
Before I become your epidemic
Don't hide
Your guilty fright
Condolences won't go away
You've got that guilty smile
That culminates in bedlam
Please don't hide
Your guilty fright
Condolences won't go away
You've got that guilty smile
That culminates in bedlam
Don't hide
Your guilty fright
Condolences won't go away
You've got that guilty smile
That culminates in bedlam
Don't hide
Your guilty fright
Condolences won't go away
You've got that guilty smile
That culminates in bedlam
Don't hide
Your guilty fright
Condolences won't go away
You've got that guilty smile
That culminates in bedlam
I am a deaf con of angora goats
Warning you all who pass this mote
It's only a matter of folding
Time and space
Before I become your epidemic
Is this your first time at this conventicle
You better not talk
If you came here for semantics
It's only a matter of folding time and space
Before I become your epidemic
