Trinkets Pale Of Moon-The Mars Volta

[00:30.71]By the landfill I lust [00:34.96] [00:37.28]I burn the clothing before I dig into the ground [00:43.90] [00:44.90]I am Janus faced belial with vines [00:50.20] [00:51.69]You're going to wish you hadn't run [00:55.58] [01:00.88]Claire Audina is calling me [01:06.89]I hear the hearts of tiny beating drums [01:12.32] [01:14.19]I feigned umbrage at my bruising fists [01:19.70] [01:21.39]You're going to wish you hadn't run [01:25.51] [01:29.82]And with these trinkets pale of moon [01:33.26]Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles [01:38.82] [01:39.38]When I nurse your tired heart [01:42.19] [01:43.88]For every time you hear this strain [01:47.51]Of lullabies collapsing [01:50.07]Walk towards the echo and let it hold your trembling [01:55.26] [02:00.32]Their gourds are punctured easily [02:06.07] [02:06.60]Amnesia fumes in little twists of silk [02:12.16] [02:13.79]Induce this multistrobe with melody [02:19.22] [02:20.85]You're going to wish you hadn't run [02:25.54] [02:29.16]I sing your epicedium [02:33.10] [02:35.42]My father taught me when I was young [02:40.10] [02:42.41]You'll wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia [02:48.85] [02:49.60]You're going to wish you hadn't run [02:53.98] [02:57.66]And with these trinkets pale of moon [03:01.41]Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles [03:06.62]When I nurse your tired heart [03:09.87] [03:10.75]For every time you hear this strain [03:15.12]Of lullabies collapsing [03:17.87]Walk towards the echo and let it hold your trembling