Mars Volta - Son Et Lumiere/Inertiatic Lyrics
Clipside of the pinkeye flightI'm not the percent you think survivesI need sanctuary in the pages of the bookGestating with all the other ratsNurse said that my skin will need a graftI am of pockmarked shapesThe vermin you need to loatheNow I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Last night I heard lepersFlinch like birth defectsIts musk was fecal in originAs the words dribbled off of it's chinIt said, "I'm lost..."I'm lost...Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupilsCast in oblong arms lengthThe hooks have been picking their scabsWhere wolves hide in the company of menIt said, "I'm lost..."I'm lost...Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Are you peaking in the red?Perforated at the neckWhat of this mongrel architect?A broken arm of sewers setPast, present and future tenseClipside of the pinkeye fountainWhat of this mongrel architect?A broken arm of sewers setPast, present and future tenseClipside of the pinkeye fountainNow I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!Now I'm lost!It's been saidLong time agoYou'll be the first and last to knowYou'll never knowYou'll never knowYou'll never knowYou'll never know
