Soothsayer Lyrics - The Bedlam In Goliath - Mars Volta

My love becomes a mange 

Dyeing autumn in its leaves 

When it broke me in the branch 

Where my antlers come to feed 

And I swam a hundred days 

In the bosom of this filth 

Carry on this drought 

As I tighten my belt 

This deceit has no arms 

Bended will, take what's yours 

[Chorus] 

Calling me she's calling me 

This it may have come to falter 

We have become these pleads 

In a field of balding marble 

Where the medicine awaits 

The hourglass pokes at 

The ribs of my cage 

At half rations I'm finished 

At half rations the minutes 

All that happens was given 

Coil and embrace 

This deceit has no arms 

Bended will, take what's yours 

[Chorus]