Tetragrammaton - The Mars Volta

Tell me it’s over

Rusbel awaits

I’ve been to the surface

And nothing is there

Eyelids sank muffled

In the nerve aura sound

But when she wakes

Will she still be with us My heart is darkclots

Leap year is late

How did you get here

Ask all but the bait

From a christ what went hissing

Constricting his cells

We summon by candle by hook and bell

Glossolalia coats my skin

Glycrine and turbulence

Stuffed the voice inside of God

Mirrors to the animals

The sermon goes mourning

Pricking it’s hail

Slothful the child

That preys on the seed

Shall behead the drought

Wound under sleeves

I hope you have room

In a thicket of vines

Give me a moment

To clean what you’ve stole

The streets will hang high

Stretch ribs and let taste

We’ll cover the smell with silver nitrate

Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith

Glossolalia coats my skin

Glycrine and turbulence

Stuffed the voice inside of God

Mirrors to the animals

Then so long

Dear mnemonic

Assume the form

You’ve given me and I’ll split

Now hold on Just hold my hand

Say that they made you

But you brought your own leash

Tell me no more no Say I’m the last one

Outside

By the drift

You read my will

Of thread and itch

Failure to comply

As failure to decease

And still you won’t know everything

I’ve built the fall

Sulking drained the fall of my pale will

Swarming by your steps

Licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts

It only meant to drape a plastic

Over the stuck pig scalp of head

To cover the sock where the flatline had spread

The kiosk in my tempral lobe

Is shaped like rosalyn carter

She says my map is home again

But torn face down

I have only but a million blemiches

To tell you all about

In the end they just gagged me To make him come out

Gas me the hind

Of your five legged snare

Tooth picks the eye