Dedicar Letra Metatron de The Mars Volta

Vista previa

,

 te dedica Metatron de The Mars Volta y te envía el siguiente mensaje:

Mensaje
Maybe I?ll breakdown, maybe I?ll try,
Circumvent innoculation and I just want a cut.
When will I breakdown, lately I might,
Unconnect the fascination and I just want to touch.

This is a list, they?re my demands
Forget the question come on bring your nervous hands
You read it in my letter, ?Patience worth is dead.?
Suffocate the inkwell, I am legion said the pen
Her seraph snout and cruciform limp
I blame the shrouding of a lesser man
My sigil contraptions, they walk with no crutches
Don?t show me the hinges, I am absent.

Maybe I?ll breakdown, maybe I?ll try,
Circumvent innoculation and I just want a cut.
When will I breakdown, lately I might,
Unconnect the fascination and I just want to touch.

She came to me when she was pouring out of drool
Under sedation, under vulgar multitudes
If you stay and try to fix what you did
The sheets were wet from all those messages
A million petitions, her lock with no key
You forfeit the right to be believed
Full implant shapeless as a jewel
And I am stranded by eternal solitude.

Maybe I?ll breakdown, maybe I?ll try,
Circumvent innoculation and I just want a cut.
When will I breakdown, lately I might,
Unconnect the fascination and I just want to touch.

The vault that I call home
It falls beneath your palms
Before I crawl my way out she calls
When you?re standing
Right outside my window
Water thirsting,
You're standing
Right outside my window
When will I drown.

I?ll never get a distance shot
Heard vessper pure
I never want to see your face
Until the word is made flesh
You?d better ask Metatron
Those flowers that withered away
In the pages of your book
For one day
They won?t block your route.

In the dead plot
You dream in
Ten go away
Ten born of pray
Ten go away.

Folding wormholes
My time is riding
In the alphabet
Folding wormholes
My time is
Writing on the wall.
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.com
Debase by your sentence
I fell in the trap
What door slid behind me
I can?t see it anymore
When she sleeps as a witness
Got no better hands
Tied a single stutter
Do you speak my dialect?
Accidents will happen
Keep your earnings to yourself
One sip under the table
Until it moves all by itself
in the Eye of Fatima
I?ve kept all your dreams
In a waking solution
Of indictment.

Personalicé su dedicatoria

Plantilla

Color de fondo Color de la letra
Justificación del texto
Dedicatoria
*
*
Inválido
*
* Captcha
Enviar