• bir the mars volta şarkısı. cerpin taxt'in hikayesini sonlar. ortasındaki jam bölümüe hastayım.

    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 mans 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
    as flys have walls for feet
    a rapturous verbatim-someone said
    but who is to know
    and when you find the fringe
    the one last hit that spent you
    you'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
    the iconoclastic had it coming for years
    they know the prisons that you have yet to fear
    where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
    adlib your memoires by casting a drought
    you take the veil
    you'll take the dive
    you take the veil
    a mass of gallon sloth
    as flys have walls for feet
    a rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
    and when you find the fringe
    the one last hit that spent you
    you'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
    knife me in -hobbeling
    talking in it's sleep again
    knife me in-hobbeling
    talking in it's sleep again
    virulent hives- of bedpost piles
    virulent hives
    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?
  • enstrumanlarin birbirlerine escherian bir evrendeymiscesine baglandiklari mantik disi bir melodi ve mukemmel bir nakarattan olusan temelin uzerinde bulutlarin arasindan sonsuzluga uzanircasina yukselen, kat aralarinda bir durup asagiya baktiginizda basinizi donduren fantastik bir kule... surekli bir yolculuk: ve sonunda ufak, simsiyah bir kutu.
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