Interpret:

Mars Volta, The

Album:

Noctourniquet

I'm not breathing any better
Mallets crack with every grin


I hear the scraping plea of branches
Against my broken window


I won't let you in


The silhouette holds me under
Can't poke me with these pins


Flotsam drip of nectar
Nexus bean sprouting


When she says


Saint Christopher
Don't go wandering


With noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheel


Saint Christopher


Antidote claps with thunder
From a gash of staple rain


This bed will never rest you
The answers in the sermons


I won't let you in


The stoking fits the crowning
A wasted gust of kin


Repulsion turns to nectar
When the pigment leaves the body


When she says


Saint Christopher
Don't go wandering


With noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheel


Saint Christopher


Lastborn prey and firstborn caught
Crawling like an animal


Hold your breath its feeding time
In this zed and two naughts


Painted a fulcrum of caves
Piled with dreams of


Phantom masses made of pastures
Labyrinths turning, cystic maze


I've been hanging wreaths of cancer
On every door where children sing


Watch it all blister


Saint Christopher
Don't go wandering


With noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheel


Saint Christopher