Mars Volta The Intertiatic Esp Lyrics

Intertiatic Esp Lyrics

Clipside of the pinkeye flight 

I'm not the percent you think survives 

I need sanctuary in the pages of this 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 

last night I heard lepors 

flinch like birth defects 

it's musk was fecal in origin 

as the words dribbled off of its chin 

it said I'm lost 

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 

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 

now I'm lost 

it's been said 

long time ago 

you'll be the first and last to know