Mars Volta (The)

Desperate Graves
The swarms that I speakare the wrists I have cutby flooding the tubswhere the warmth held her upThe lockets believethat the secret of lovehas caught its own tailand it just won't give upWhen I breathethe heavens can't hold meand I can't believe anymoreThe light bringsthe highest executionshow me the wings I must cutIn your landfill daysthese are desperate gravesGive me the alterred will shinethis pendulum won't waitIf I slay your spiritsLetras de cancioneswith twin current voltsthat weaken your kneesin the pit of my palmsDressed in the slursof bovine enginesto feast upon the carcassof your motherWhen I breathethe heavens can't hold meand I can't believe anymoreThe light bringsthe highest executionshow me the wings I must cutIn your landfill daysthese are desperate gravesGive me the alterred will shinethis pendulum won't waitWhen I turn the dialand leave the gas onI'm the matchstickthat you'll never loseThese are the splintersmade from a single bladeI'm the matchstickthat you'll never loseI light the keythat locks you inI'm the matchstickthat you'll never loseAnd you'll wear the burdenof all my burnsI'm the matchstickthat you'll never loseIn your landfill daysthese are desperate gravesGive me the alterred will shinethis pendulum won't wait From Letras Mania