Vicarious Atonement (Album Version)

Vicarious Atonement (Album Version)

The Mars Volta

Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's near by
Where is your face
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem first glare(?)
I suspect
You've been carrying a pack of wolves
A regret
Not killing you while I had the chance
I know I had the chance

Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river Ganges, God damns my name

Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails

Written by RODRIGUEZ, OMAR/BIXLER, CEDRIC
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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