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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Mars Volta
The Mars Volta
Performer
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Guitar
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Vocals
Mark Aanderud
Mark Aanderud
Piano
Isaiah Ikey Owens
Isaiah Ikey Owens
Keyboards
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Guitar
Juan Aldarete De La Pena
Juan Aldarete De La Pena
Bass Guitar
Thomas Pridgen
Thomas Pridgen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Composer
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Recording Engineer
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Recording Engineer
Shaun Sullivan
Shaun Sullivan
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

How much do you make in that death factory Severance owed in the chamber of revolvers Empty jails fall from my scalp Shake the globe and let me out If still I can remember the day That they took you from me Seems like I've been running from your trenchant memory Harp sickle will warn me when it's over 'Cause if heaven breathes then someone trade places with me 'Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags [instead of rags] When do I get to see the body preserved inside this grin Sewn in the lips were her last words I'll be damned - I can still hear her laughing Your angels have tangled their brass again The comfort of doubt still it keeps you thin And still I can remember the day That they took you from me Seems like I've been running from your trenchant memory Harp sickle will warn me when it's over 'Cause if heaven breathes then someone trade places with me 'Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags [instead of rags] Does your temperature ache Is your glass about to break Are you purple with current Will you now become the servant Gordian knots in the power lines Saucer fills so empty with pesticide Like the pharaohs of old Bury me in gold If your son refuse to fight in the Stockholm setting that we provide If your heart does cease to speak My fingernail choir will make your chalkboard sing
Writer(s): Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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