The Mars Volta Follow

When the earth let you go, when the verdict is vermin
By the fork in my tongue, when you run out of sermon
When sooner or later is still not enough
What a foul little temptress your daughter's become

Deviate all by means in name
'Cause we all crawl in quicksand the same
Deviate all by means in name
'Cause we all crawl in quicksand the same

The night, I begged you to come to me
The limp in your talk and the scent of your bleed
And still I'm not willing to let you go

You covered your wounds in a bandage of sloth
The deeper the slur that rang from her laugh
And something tells me to keep it together

How could you turn your back on me?
I've summoned the stampede of infidel feet
For all I ever wanted is all you ever flaunted

Deviate all by means in name
'Cause we all crawl in quicksand the same

'Cause we all crawl in quicksand the same

Vanish to fifth dementia
Cables of ringworms have hung themselves
Of this I ate, communion shaped
Serpent rays in prism tail rainbows escape

They sent in the necrophiliacs
Carcinogen tar turns to smoldering asp
Of this I ate, communion shaped
Serpent rays in prism tail rainbows escape

Reading from bottomless palindromes
Hear my request to be disowned
Of this I ate, communion shaped
Serpent rays in prism tail rainbows escape

Deviate all by means in name
'Cause we all crawl in quicksand the same
Deviate all by means in name
'Cause we all crawl in quicksand the same

When the earth let you go, when the verdict is vermin
By the fork in my tongue, when you run out of sermon
When sooner or later is still not enough