Vicarious Atonement Lyrics - Amputechture - Mars Volta

Don't you pretend 

That I'm not alive 

My bones never ache 

Unless she's near by 

Where is your face 

In a safe of dead tongues 

I can see your reflection 

In your totem first glare(?) 

I suspect 

You've been carrying a pack of wolves 

A regret 

Not killing you while I had the chance 

I know I had the chance 

Maybe I will always haunt you 

Mark the somnolence with truth 

Better hang your dead palace 

Than have a living home to lose 

In the river Ganges, God damns my name 

Don't let these hands 

Sharpen your eyes 

A rasp of tails