Mars Volta In Absentia
There was once a boy
With knives stuck in his voice
All he wanted, all he wanted was a little affection
Until one day he came
To tempt his mother’s taste
All she wanted, all she wanted was to spread her
infection
Spit and spindle we refuse
Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend
Her broken thoughts
They’ve stolen all my love
Buried in absentia
Can you hear my vitreous heart
Breaking in absentia
Smokestacks burn
I won’t turn
I won’t ever let you go
They’ve stolen all my love
Yes, they’ve stolen all my love
He returns alone
Changes here nor there
Does he want some
Does he want a little insurrection?
Withhold my regrets
Insomnatic fate
Opt out of incision
Tear down the reason
I’ve just gotta get out of here
Spit and spindle we refuse
Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend
Her restless limbs
They’ve stolen all my love
Buried in absentia
Can you hear my vitreous heart
Breaking in absentia
Smokestacks burn
I won’t turn
I won’t ever let you go
They’ve stolen all my love
Yes, they’ve stolen all my love
Taken by the night
Dye the gates remembrance
Check the puzzle, does it fit
I am alpha and omega
And on the seventh day I rise
Past the pangs of my resistance
When the son gives up his throne
What becomes of this theft
Dasehra, make these shackles go away
Dasehra, make these shackles go away
Dasehra, won’t you help me stand my ground if I should
fall
Dasehra, as long as I am injured
Dasehra, as long as I remember
Dasehra, as long as I am injured
Dasehra, as long as I remember
