Trinkets Pale Of Moon Lyrics - Noctourniquet - Mars Volta

By the landfill I rest 

I burn their clothing before I dig into the ground 

I am Janus-faced denial with vines 

you'll wish you hadn't run 

Clarity is calling me 

I hear the hums of tiny beating drums 

I feigned umbrage at my bruising fist 

you'll wish you hadn't run 

And with these trinkets pale of moon 

senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles 

when I nurse your tired heart 

And every time you hear the screams 

of lullabies collapsing 

walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling 

Their gourds are punctured easily 

amnesia fumes in little twists of silk 

induce this multistrobe with melody 

you'll wish you hadn't run 

I sing here at the seedy urn 

my father taught me when I was young 

you wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia 

you'll wish you hadn't run 

And with these trinkets pale of moon 

senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles 

when I nurse your tired heart 

And every time you hear the scream 

of lullabies collapsing 

walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling