The Mars Volta - In Absentia (London 2012 Live) | Текст песни

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• In Absentia (London 2012 Live)

There was once a boy with knives stuck in his voice
All he wanted, all he wanted was a little affection
Until one day he came to tempt his mother’s taste
All she wanted, all she wanted was to spread her infection

Spit and spindle we refuse
Burning fumes of lucid youth
To mend her broken thoughts

They’ve stolen all my love buried in absentia
Can you hear my vitreous heart breaking in absentia?
Smokestacks burn, I won’t turn, I won’t ever let you go
They’ve stolen all my love; yes, they’ve stolen all my love

He returns alone, changes here nor there
Does he want some, does he want a little insurrection?
Withhold my regrets, insomnatic fate
Opt out of incision, tear down the reason
I’ve just gotta get out of here

Spit and spindle we refuse
Burning fumes of lucid youth
To mend her restless limbs

They’ve stolen all my love buried in absentia
Can you hear my vitreous heart breaking in absentia?
Smokestacks burn, I won’t turn, I won’t ever let you go
They’ve stolen all my love; yes, they’ve stolen all my love

Taken by the night, dye the gates remembrance
Check the puzzle, does it fit, I am alpha and omega
And on the seventh day I rise, past the pangs of my resistance
When the son gives up his throne what becomes of this theft

Dasehra, make these shackles go away
Dasehra, make these shackles go away
Dasehra, won’t you help me stand my ground if I should fall

Dasehra, as long as I am injured
Dasehra, as long as I remember (x4)