The Mars Volta Soothsayer 歌词
Soothsayer
My love becomes a mange dyeing autumn in it''''''''s leaves
When it broke me in the branch where my antlers come to feed
And I swam a hundred days in the bosom of this filth
Carry on this drought as I tighten this belt
This deceit has no arms
Bended will take what''''''''s yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will take what''''''''s yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will take what''''''''s yours
Calling me
She''''''''s calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads
In a field of balding marble where the medicine awaits
The hourglass pokes at the ribs of my cage
At half rations I''''''''m finished
At half rations the minutes
All that happens was given
Coil and embrace
This deceit has no arms
Bended will take what''''''''s yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will take what''''''''s yours
Calling me
She''''''''s calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads
This deceit has no arms
Bended will take what''''''''s yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will take what''''''''s yours
Calling me
She''''''''s calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads
