Mars Volta (The)
Aegis
The days are catching up to memy unconscious fear unboundIs it time to tailor fit the notionthat come Sunday I'll lay in the ground?The obelisk fumes they've occupiedemphatically are stronga smelter pile made by the debt collectorwhere the children should be seen, not heardEven if there is no way back homeI'm not running awayI'm not running awayI'm not running awayI'm not running awayCan you hear and see the raptor withthese bones I've left behind?Obloquy is the bulwark of his implantsAre you the son or just a clone?Nests where you worked hard to breathe,a window to my mindmy subterfuge, just branches to a mandrakewhere the children should be seen, not heardLetras de cancionesEven if there is no way back homeI'm not running awayI'm not running awayI'm not running awayI'm not running awayUnder the aegis of cognitionI am dead, will I escape?With rampant consonant coutuream I dead, will I escape?
From Letras Mania