Mars Volta (The)

Tourniquet Man
I've seen the only living traces Flicker in the sulphur The ones who do believe me Place your favor Before you lay your question down There's a matter of the payment to you I slipped on crooked sores In conclaves that you bothered Let me be your tourniquet man Let me keep you as a favor When I hear your fingers They will spell my name As I trade the faces of the holders Let me be your tourniquet man Let me keep you as a favor I can't diminish anymore If I choose to dissolve in you There's so much we can lose From Letras Mania