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Dyslexicon letra


Nature red in tooth and claw
I haven’t seemed to keep my powder dry
(I always seem to hear it in your laughter)

The second that I fell in love
With the handle of your revolver
(I always seem to hear it in your laughter)

I beg to you a second chance
With a dried white rose to Bethlehem
(I always seem to hear it in your laughter)

Am I the valency that you deny?

In the time of the sixth Sun
We are cattle to the prod
And I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon

When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear
Cackling in chloroform this specter will ensnare
(I always seem to hear it in your laughter)

A braided strand from children’s mane
Acquired with impunity
(I always seem to hear it in your laughter)

The things you say to me are deaf in tongue
(I always seem to hear it in your laughter)

Am I the valency that you deny?

In the time of the sixth Sun
We are cattle to the prod
And I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon

You've never tasted heaven
Stood your mother filled with grief
In the wake of Monday mourning
A culprit void of breath with guile

If fate is your endearment
Through pistil and through stem
In the wake of Monday mourning
A culprit void of breath with guile

And on the seventh day you will come to find
That my prism is not color blind
In death's mosaic spirit
A culprit void of breath with guile

That's why I repent
That's why I go under
That's why I repent
That's why I go under
That's why I repent for the night

In the time of the sixth Sun
We are cattle to the prod
And I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon

The Mars Volta - Letras

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