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Mars Volta lyrics : "Son Et Lumiere/inertiatic"

Clipside of the pinkeye flight

I'm not the percent you think survives

I need sanctuary in the pages of the book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft

I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe


Now I'm lost!
Now I'm lost!
Now I'm lost!

Now I'm lost!

Last night I heard lepers

Flinch like birth defects
Its musk was fecal in origin
As the words dribbled off of it's chin

It 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 pupils

Cast in oblong arms length
The hooks have been picking their scabs
Where wolves hide in the company of men

It 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 neck


What of this mongrel architect?
A broken arm of sewers set

Past, present and future tense
Clipside of the pinkeye fountain
What of this mongrel architect?

A broken arm of sewers set
Past, present and future tense
Clipside of the pinkeye fountain


Now I'm lost!
Now I'm lost!

Now I'm lost!
Now I'm lost!


It's been said
Long time ago
You'll be the first and last to know

You'll never know
You'll never know
You'll never know

You'll never know

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