Faminepulse Lyrics - Mars Volta

ou can't bend your crooked arms 

Or fold your punctured proof 

The air is growing cold 

And there's nothing you can do 

Soon there'll be no gauze 

Inside the confessional 

Only rows of crows 

Defrocking every breath 

And one day you'll remember 

Behind the melting cones 

I said one day you'll remember 

Behind the melting cones 

You've already had a family 

In the burial of your home 

Not forevermore