Correction Paroles Televators (Unfinished Original Recordings Of De-Loused In The Comatorium) par The Mars Volta

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Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
Riddle me this
Three half eaten corneas
Flinch [?] 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
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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 circlе this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushionеd 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-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped

Mark these words on his face
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his face
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his face
Pull the pins, save your grace
Mark these words on his face

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
But everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go

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