Interpret:

Mars Volta, The

Album:

Noctourniquet

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