Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ The Mars Volta - Metatron ------------------------------------------ Maybe I?ll breakdown, maybe I?ll try, Circumvent innoculation and I just want a cut. When will I breakdown, lately I might, Unconnect 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 breakdown, maybe I?ll try, Circumvent innoculation and I just want a cut. When will I breakdown, lately I might, Unconnect 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 breakdown, maybe I?ll try, Circumvent innoculation and I just want a cut. When will I breakdown, lately I might, Unconnect 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 When will I drown. I?ll never get a distance 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. 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.