Vicarious Atonement

by The Mars Volta

From the album: Amputechture

Duration: 07:19

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Lyrics for Vicarious Atonement

Don't you pretend That I'm not alive My bones never ache Unless she's nearby Where is your face In a safe of dead tongues I can see your reflection In your totem firstborn I suspect You've been carrying a pack of wolves I regret Not killing you while I had the chance (I know I had the chance I know I had) Maybe I will always haunt you Mark the somnolence with truth Better hang your dead palace Than have a living home to lose In the river Ganges God damns my name Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes (A rasp of tails) Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes (A rasp of tails) Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes (A rasp of tails) Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes (A rasp of tails) Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes (A rasp of tails) Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes (A rasp of tails) Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes (A rasp of tails)

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