Interpret:

Mars Volta, The

Album:

Octahedron

When the earth let you go
when the verdict is vermin
By the fork in my tongue
when you run out of sermon


When sooner or later
is still not enough
What a foul little temptress 
your daughter's become


Deviate all by means in name
cause we all crawl in quicksand the same
[x2]


The night I begged you to come to me
the limp in your talk and the scent of your bleed
It's still not enough roulette to let you go


You covered your wounds in a bandage of sloth
the deeper the slur that rang from her laugh
If something tells me to keep it together


How could you turn your back on me?
I've summoned the stampede of infidel feet
For all I ever wanted is all you ever flaunted


Deviate by all means in name
cause we all crawl in quicksand the same
[x2]


Vanish a fifth dementia
tables of ringworms have hung themselves
Disarray
Communion shaped


Serpents raise in prisms til rainbows escape


They sent in the necrophiliacs
Carcinogen tartans that smolder in asp
Disarray
Communion shaped


Serpents raise in prisms til rainbows escape


Reading from bottomless palindromes
hear my request to be disowned
Disarray
Communion shaped


Serpents raise in prisms til rainbows escape


Deviate by all means in name
cause we all crawl in quicksand the same
[x2]