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Mars Volta De Loused In The Comatorium

: Oh lord, Oh lord, You've made it.... You wanna drag your vessel you wanna hush your voices you better drag your... you better hush your... I'll

Do you recall it's name As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues

And there are those who Hadn't found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong Of pavolov lore They ran rampant through the floors Is this wrong Feels

Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison This is the haunt of roulette dares Ruse of metacarpi Caveat emptor....to all that enter here Open wrist talks

You must have been phlegmatic in stature The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes Out of a blind

I've been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame Ive been searching for so long For something to anonymous avenge my name anonymous