The Mars Volta

Cue The Sun

The Mars Volta

Lucro Sucio; Los Ojos del Vacío


Shadow stains under my eyes
Sinking my rabies in wet cement
Tell me how to hide the suspicion
Rotting in my belly like a cosmic hearse

Tell me why you're changing the locks again
Tell me how you reason what I can't handle
No haven for the flammable ones
The manacle spells
The faminepulse
Incarcerated
Sometimes, I burn numb to the surge of the toughest love
Pinprick my arms, carving my chest
I gotta get out of here
Oh, oh

They don't want you to know
They hide what you see
All the people you'll hurt
If you refuse to cue the sun

Decimated, infiltrated, decimated by the mask I always wore
Decimated, infiltrated, decimated by the mask
I hope you know

They don't want you to know
They hide what you see
All the people you'll hurt
If you refuse to cue the sun

They don't want you to know
They hide what you see
All the people you'll hurt
If you refuse to cue the sun
Compositor: Cedric Bixler Zavala / Omar Rodríguez-López

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