Execution

The Mars Volta - Desperate Graves

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

@ www.lrcgc.com @

With qualms that I speak

of the wrists I have cut

By flooding the tubs

where the warmth held below

The lockets believe

that the secret of love

Has caught its own tail

and it just won't give up

When I breathe

the heavens can't hold me

And I can't believe anymore

The light breathes

the highest execution

Show me the wings I must cut

In your left of days

these are desperate graves

Give me the alter

let me shine

The pendulum won't wait

If I slay your spirits

with twin covent vaults

That weakened your knees

in the pit of my palms

Dressed in the slurs

of bovine engines

To feast upon the carcass

of your mother

When I turn the dial

and leave the gas on

I'm the matchstick

that you'll never lose

These are the splinters

made from a single blade

I'll light the king

that locks you in

When you wear the burning

of all my ferns

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