The Mars Volta Follow

The horseman you have brought deserve me.
Some how they've made it through the floor.
The clocks you set are they reversing.
Before this visit turns conjugal, ever more.
Maybe tonight.

So my half is waiting filed to a pulp.
Used insomnia's been cleansing with floods.
I got a pain inside that'll rip through the very fabric of time.
Cause I've been with you before.
God gave me sin.
I've got to get born.
Just so you know there's too many reasons.

You set the silver down to guard me from the weak.
You check the spelling for nothing.
You sent yourself the flood.

All of this time.
Bedsore containment.
Where am I now that the music has faded?

And I'm nowhere near the place.
You sent me here to breathe.
But I'm drawing closer to the present.
And I'll find a space with no memories.
I've got a second chance to inhabit the living.

If Goliath wont speak I'm blinded by heaven.
When will your eden come die?
If the liars that blink are bound by the sender.
Trinkets you gave have all rusted down.

All of this time.
Bedsore containment.
Where am I now that the music has faded?
You better steal this chance to give birth to more.
You'll wear those healing damns down to the plug.