Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobiquets
Riddle me this
Three half-eaten corneas
Who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt
That cushioned his face?
A room-colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
The Mars Volta - Televators Lyrics
The Mars Volta - Televators Lyrics
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English
Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobiquets
Riddle me this
Three half-eaten corneas
Who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt
That cushioned his face?
A room-colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobiquets
Riddle me this
Three half-eaten corneas
Who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt
That cushioned his face?
A room-colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
Writer: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: The Mars Volta
From Album: De-Loused in the Comatorium
Language: English
Length: 6:19
Written by: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez
Year: 2003