Album by Mars Volta
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