歌曲名 Metatron (Album Version) 歌手名 The Mars Volta

作词：Omar A Rodriguez Lopez+Cedric Bixler Zavala

作曲：Omar A Rodriguez Lopez+Cedric Bixler Zavala

Maybe I'll break down

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I break down

Lately I might

Un-connect 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 walk with no crutches

Don't show me the hinges

I am absent

Maybe I'll break down

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I break down

Lately I might

Un-connect 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 break down

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I break down

Lately I might

Un-connect 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

When 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 distant 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 riding 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 riding 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

Eye of fatima

I've kept all your dreams

In a waking sermon of indictment

Maybe I'll break down

Maybe I'll try

Circumvent inoculation

And I just want a cut

When will I break down

Lately I might

Un-connect the fascination

And I just want to touch