Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt
- The Mars Volta (2003)You are listening to the song Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt by The Mars Volta, writer by The Mars Volta in album De-Loused In The Comatorium. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of Thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind man's picaresque heart.
You take the veil, you'll take the dive
You take the veil.
It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ides of march, are they so make believe?
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across.
You take the veil, you'll take the dive
You take the veil.
A mass of gallon sloth (They are gonna get you)
As flies have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim (You better run), someone said but who's to know?
And when you find the fringe (They won't let you)
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary (You better fight) spilling by the day.
Iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleeping bag mouths
Adlib your memories by casting a drought.
You take the veil, you'll take the dive
You take the veil.
A mass of gallon sloth (They are gonna get you)
As flies have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim (You better run), someone said but who's to know?
And when you find the fringe (They won't let you)
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary (You better fight) spilling by the day.
Knife me in, hobbling
Talking in its sleep again
Knife me in, hobbling
Talking in its sleep again.
Knife me in, hobbling
Talking in its sleep again
Knife me in, hobbling
Talking in its sleep again.
Virulent hives of bedpost piles
Virulent hives, revenant herds.
Who brought me here?
Forsaken depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off?
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here?
Forsaken depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off?
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here?
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