The Mars Volta - 06 - Viscera Eyes
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Por quando te vi enifermo con mentiras
Este ladron cuenta se dio
Trapa mal hecho de trampas
Te lo juro que yo si te mato
Y con cada dia que se pase requerdate
Quien era el mas poderoso
Don't let me, don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical lies
Your concalescent thrones
Are but a crown of magnets
They fold the shakes inside that thrid glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cateracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side

Hay mi hija no me llores
Porque yo te quinto de esta cruz
A noche te vi caminando
Sin la alma de tu cuerp
En los brasos
Sin luz
Stains fall into the brick wall severed
Four of them were watching
While the other three did hide
The culprit spat the seed
From a podium of glass
Shattering the sigil
That you thought was deitized

Don't let me, don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical lies
Your concalescent thrones
Are but a crown of magnets
They fold the shakes inside that thrid glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cateracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side

Wait
I've seen the src shake
From your mnemonic tongue
But the braille
That you weave
Of itself, it shall read aloud
Yes it will
I said she's falling, she's still falling
But no one wants to come
She's crawling she's still crawling
On your burial ground

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Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladron cuenta se dio
Trapa mal hecho de trampas te lo juro
Que yo si te mato
Y con cada dia que se pase recuerdate Quien era el mas poderoso

Don’t let me Don’t let me go

There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent thorns
Upon a crown of maggots
Your father shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cut the lights Close the blinds
Lend me your comfort
Come cry by your side

Ay, mi hijo, no me llores
Porque te quito de esta cruz
Ni agachate ve caminado sin la alma de tu cuerpo
En los brazos sin luz

They scalp our children by seven
The border we’re watching
Where the other three now hide
The culprits can’t be seen from a premium of glass
We shudder in this sigil then you carpe diem-tize

Don’t let me Don’t let me go

There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent thorns
Upon a crown of maggots
Verucca shakes inside that third glass eye Come on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cut the lights Close the blinds
Lend me your comfort
Come cry by your side

Wait!
I’ve seen the ark shake from your pneumonic tongue
But the braile that you weave of itself it shall read aloud
Yes it will

I said, she’s falling, she’s still falling
But no one wants to come
She’s crawling, she’s still crawling
On your burial ground