| Song | Cavalettas |
| Artist | The Mars Volta |
| Album | The Bedlam in Goliath |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : BixlerZavala, Lopez | |
| A salty ring of night fatigue | |
| When I get, get, get the sweats from you listening | |
| Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse | |
| Serated mare ephemera undo her mother’s curse | |
| So if you break me a mirror | |
| Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn’t here | |
| So if you don’t hide that guilty smile | |
| Condolences won’t go away | |
| The coins you bring left footprints, blind thirst and | |
| Braille liquor | |
| My bed is stained with fractures year after vitiated year | |
| Four corners you are touching, they will liberate my need | |
| Bite marks in the menagerie with infidel teeth | |
| So please break me a mirror | |
| Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn’t here | |
| So if you don’t hide that guilty smile | |
| Condolences won’t go away | |
| Is there something out there waiting to take hold | |
| When that whore won’t answer, who is in control? | |
| And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
| And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
| If you force me often, | |
| I might jump off the board | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Don’t ignore my presence, hidden reads the scroll | |
| By the time | |
| I asked her, the earth fell off the tongue | |
| What once was laughter, corrosive | |
| I becameWhat once was laughter, corrosive | |
| I becameWhere a scarlet bruise grows, sprout the fault we own | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Don’t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won’t go away | |
| You’ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don’t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won’t go away | |
| You’ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don’t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won’t go away | |
| You’ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don’t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won’t go away | |
| You’ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at this conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It’s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic |
| zuo qu : BixlerZavala, Lopez | |
| A salty ring of night fatigue | |
| When I get, get, get the sweats from you listening | |
| Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse | |
| Serated mare ephemera undo her mother' s curse | |
| So if you break me a mirror | |
| Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn' t here | |
| So if you don' t hide that guilty smile | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| The coins you bring left footprints, blind thirst and | |
| Braille liquor | |
| My bed is stained with fractures year after vitiated year | |
| Four corners you are touching, they will liberate my need | |
| Bite marks in the menagerie with infidel teeth | |
| So please break me a mirror | |
| Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn' t here | |
| So if you don' t hide that guilty smile | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| Is there something out there waiting to take hold | |
| When that whore won' t answer, who is in control? | |
| And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
| And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
| If you force me often, | |
| I might jump off the board | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Don' t ignore my presence, hidden reads the scroll | |
| By the time | |
| I asked her, the earth fell off the tongue | |
| What once was laughter, corrosive | |
| I becameWhat once was laughter, corrosive | |
| I becameWhere a scarlet bruise grows, sprout the fault we own | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| You' ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| You' ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| You' ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| You' ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at this conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic |
| zuò qǔ : BixlerZavala, Lopez | |
| A salty ring of night fatigue | |
| When I get, get, get the sweats from you listening | |
| Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse | |
| Serated mare ephemera undo her mother' s curse | |
| So if you break me a mirror | |
| Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn' t here | |
| So if you don' t hide that guilty smile | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| The coins you bring left footprints, blind thirst and | |
| Braille liquor | |
| My bed is stained with fractures year after vitiated year | |
| Four corners you are touching, they will liberate my need | |
| Bite marks in the menagerie with infidel teeth | |
| So please break me a mirror | |
| Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn' t here | |
| So if you don' t hide that guilty smile | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| Is there something out there waiting to take hold | |
| When that whore won' t answer, who is in control? | |
| And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
| And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole | |
| If you force me often, | |
| I might jump off the board | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Don' t ignore my presence, hidden reads the scroll | |
| By the time | |
| I asked her, the earth fell off the tongue | |
| What once was laughter, corrosive | |
| I becameWhat once was laughter, corrosive | |
| I becameWhere a scarlet bruise grows, sprout the fault we own | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at my conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| You' ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| You' ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| You' ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| Don' t hide your guilty fright | |
| Condolences won' t go away | |
| You' ve got that guilty smile | |
| That culminated in bedlam | |
| I am a deaf con of angora goats | |
| Warning you all who pass this note | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic | |
| Is this your first time at this conventicle? | |
| You better not talk if you came here for semantics | |
| It' s only a matter of folding time and space | |
| Before I become your epidemic |