Interpret:

Mars Volta, The

Album:

Noctourniquet

The world is burned, it never hurts
shanks round the bend when you're foaming at the binge


On your serrated edge, you're like a snail that sticks
The hiss I make is warning to the scoundrel


When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny


When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny


When the body wants to fix this frame
the guilty presence starts to villicate


Fall into the strangle, skip around the neck
this albatross is warning with extreme prejudice


When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny


When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny


When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny


When you walk the plank, tell me what you see
Moloch in the time of mutiny


Half of the time
I'm never clean


Filth of my filth
can't get no relief


Half of the time
I see the weak


Don't roll your eyes
and still you can't see


All of my coins
you've taken and gave


Filled 'til you're bawling
and still you're empty


What's that satchel of numbers doing?
Can't my fingers tell extinction?