Despite what you've been told. i once had a soul. left somewhere behind. a former friend of mine. and i hate to speak so true. but i mean nothing to you. so if the streetlights they shine bright. i'll be home tonight.

 

I must have crawled through your bedroom door
in a fit of jealous breath
perched upon the Baptist foot
of your unsuspecting bed

From the blossom rags in my jackal croon
to the stems of this cinquefoil
I give to you the shrapnel
with which to sprinkle in the soil

When all the traps in the cellar go clickety click
you know I’m gonna set them for you

The Malkin Jewel by The Mars Volta

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