The Mars Volta — Vicarious Atonement lyrics

Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's nearby
Where is your face
In A safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem first born
I suspect
You've been carrying A pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while 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
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Songwriters: CEDRIC BIXLER, OMAR RODRIGUEZ
Vicarious Atonement lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.