The Mars Volta - Vicarious Atonement текст песни

Don"t you pretend
That I"m not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she"s nearby
Where is your face
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see you reflection
In your totem first born
I suspect
You"ve been carrying a pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while I had the chance

Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river ganges god damns my name

Don"t let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails