The Mars Volta - Cassandra Gemini IV: C. Faminepulse I | Текст песни

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• The Mars Volta
• Cassandra Gemini IV: C. Faminepulse I

You can’t bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing cold and there’s nothing you can do
Soon there’ll be no gauze, inside the confessional
Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath
And one day you’ll remember
Behind the melting cones, you always had a family
In the burial of your home.
I’ll peel back all of my skin
Peel back and let it all run