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- The Mars Volta Dyslexicon 歌詞
- The Mars Volta
- Nature red in tooth and claw
I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The second that I fell in love
With the handle of your revolver
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
I beg to you a second chance
With a dried white rose to Bethlehem
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
And I burn this dictionary
'Cause that's my dyslexicon
When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear
Cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
A braided strand of children's mane
Acquired with impunity
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The things you say to me
Are deaf in tongue
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
And I burn this dictionary
'Cause that's my dyslexicon
You've never tasted heaven
Stood the mother filled with grief
In the wake of Monday mourning
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
If fate is your endearment
Through pistil and through stem
In the wake of Monday morning
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
And on the seventh day
You will come to find
My prism is not colorblind
In death's mosaic spirit
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
That's why I repent
That's whyI go under
That's why I repent
That's why I go under
That's why I repent for the night
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
And I burn this dictionary
'Cause that's my dyslexicon
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
And I burn this dictionary
'Cause that's my dyslexicon
That's my dyslexicon
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