Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Metatron, artist - The Mars Volta. Album song The Bedlam in Goliath, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Motown
Song language: English
Metatron |
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 writing 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 writing 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 |
In the eye of fatima |
I’ve kept all your dreams |
In a waking solution 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 |