Cotopaxi - The Mars Volta

When sanskrit was my mother tongue

Scarabs filled my pillow

Tarmac strips to pave for them

And thrones from which to teach

And in that pulse the future said

The story had been spun

You wet your bed so sleep in it Cards can’t make a house

And up that hill go the last of my crumbs

We’ll be lucky if we eat tonight

And up that hill go the last of my crumbs

That’s why I’ll magnify a hole…

When light years came

And light years passed

Tugging on the brink

Spoils reported missing

Put down in its sleep

Strangled in the background

Fitted for a mask

The future won’t believe you

Past the ransom fast

And up that hill go the last of my crumbs

We’ll be lucky if we eat tonight

And up that hill go the last of my crumbs

That’s why I’ll magnify a hole…

Don’t beat around the pulpit

There is no lost and found

Where is the devil waiting

Trying to disguise…

I’ve seen what you used to look like

But down here you won’t survive

I’ve got the weight of half of the world

Don’t stop dragging the lake

I won’t come home

If you can’t come home

Even if you make a grave with my name

You better keep on looking for me