Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Mars Volta, Close the doors
If you want to see her breathing again
Blur
By Mars Volta, When Sanskrit was my mother tongue
Scarabs filled my pillow
Tarmac strips
By Mars Volta, The swarms that I speak
are the wrists I have cut
by
By Mars Volta, When the earth lets you go
When the verdict is vermin
By
By Mars Volta, How much do you make
in that death factory
Severance owed
in the
By Mars Volta, Do you still remember how you wore that dress
it slit
By Mars Volta, I just don't know the layman's terms
to call the mess
By Mars Volta, I'm bolted from within
from long conniving heights
The hail it makes