The Mars Volta - Desperate Graves
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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With qualms that I speak
of the wrists I have cut
By flooding the tubs
where the warmth held below
The lockets believe
that the secret of love
Has caught its own tail
and it just won"t give up
When I breathe
the heavens can"t hold me
And I can"t believe anymore
The light breathes
the highest execution
Show me the wings I must cut
In your left of days
these are desperate graves
Give me the alter
let me shine
The pendulum won"t wait
Give me the alter
let me shine
The pendulum won"t wait
If I slay your spirits
with twin covent vaults
That weakened your knees
in the pit of my palms
Dressed in the slurs
of bovine engines
To feast upon the carcass
