Dyslexicon Lyrics - Noctourniquet - Mars Volta

Nature red in tooth and claw 

I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry 

I always seem to hear it in your laughter 

The second that I fell in love 

With the handle of your revolver 

I always seem to hear it in your laughter 

I begged to you a second chance 

With dried white roads to Bethlehem 

I always seem to hear it in your laughter 

Am I the valency that you deny? 

In the time of the sixth sun 

We are cattle to the prod 

And I burn this dictionary 

Because its my dyslexicon 

When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear 

Cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare 

I always seem to hear it in your laughter 

A braided strand of children's manes 

Acquired with impunity 

I always seem to hear it in your laughter 

The things you say to me 

Are deaf in tongue 

I always seem to hear it in your laughter 

Am I the valency that you deny? 

In the time of the sixth sun 

We are cattle to the prod 

And I burn this dictionary 

Because its my dyslexicon 

You've never tasted heaven 

Stood the mother filled with grief 

In the wake of Monday morning 

Finds the seventh day 

If fate is your endearment 

Through pistil and through stem 

In the wake of Monday morning 

Finds the seventh day 

And on the seventh day 

You will come to find 

My prism is not colorblind 

In death's mosaic spirit 

Finds the seventh day 

That's why I repent 

That's why I go under 

That's why I repent for the night 

In the time of the sixth sun 

We are cattle to the prod 

And I burn this dictionary 

Because its my dyslexicon