Zed and Two Naughts - The Mars Volta

i’m not really better

mallets crack with every breath, yeah

i hear them scraping through the branche

against my broken window

when i’ll let you in a silhouette holds me younger

can’t poke me with his pinch, yeah

flops and drips of nectar

and excess being

when she says

saint christopher

don’t go on wondering

there’s no one left to save

cause no one’s at the wheal

saint christopher

don’t go on wondering

nothing left to say

there’s no one left to save

cau e no one’s at the wheal

saint christopher

and the cracks with under

from a gash of stipple rain

this bed will never rest you

the answer’s in the summon

while i lay here in the stow can fix the crown in a wasted dusk of tears

the potion turns to nectar

when the pigment leaves the body

when she says:

saint christopher

don’t go on wondering

there’s no one left to save

cause no one’s at the wheal

saint christopher

don’t go on wondering

nothing left to say

there’s no one left to save

cau e no one’s at the wheal

saint christopher

thanks for praying, thanks for all

go, don’t like it anymore

have your breakfast feed in time

and they say it ain’t too notch

and they say it ain’t too notch

painted a full room of caves

i’ll bring dreams of better masses

made of pastures

labyrinths turning, city maze

i’ve been hanging, breeds of cancer

every door our children sing

watching a blizzard

watching a blizzard

saint christopher

don’t go on wondering

there’s no one left to ave

cause no one’s at the wheal

saint christopher

don’t go on wondering

nothing left to say

there’s no one left to save

cause no one’s at the wheal

saint christopher

don’t go on wondering

there’s no one left to save

cause no one’s at the wheal

saint christopher

don’t go on wondering

nothing left to say

there’s no one left to save

cause no one’s at the wheal

saint chri topher