Desperate Graves Lyrics - Octahedron - Mars Volta

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 

[Repeat: x2] 

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 

Of your mother 

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 

[Repeat: x2] 

Give me the alter 

Let me shine 

The pendulum won't wait 

When I turn the dial 

And leave the gas on 

I'm the matchstick 

That you'll never lose 

These are the splinters 

Made from a single blade 

I'm the matchstick 

That you'll never lose 

I'm like the key 

That locks you in 

I'm the matchstick 

That you'll never lose 

When you wear the burning 

Of all my ferns 

I'm the matchstick 

That you'll never lose 

In your left of days 

These are desperate graves 

[Repeat: x4] 

Give me the alter 

Let me shine 

The pendulum won't wait