Lapochka Lyrics - Noctourniquet - Mars Volta

How long must I wait 

How long must I wait 

Til the mountains of avarice turn blue? 

How long must I wait 

How long must I wait 

Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused? 

The avulsion whims its spurs in the pinches of my earth 

The dust I kick of animus shatters 

Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow 

And in your suppression tastes sulfur 

Hear the children say 

(Inexpressible innocence) 

How long must I wait 

How long must I wait 

Til the mountains of avarice turn blue? 

How long must I wait 

How long must I wait 

Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused? 

As suddenly your avalanche 

Reverses my polarity 

And secretly come Sunday morning 

Standing at the pulpit to an empty room 

Hear the children say 

(Inexpressible innocence) 

Tear of mended sails 

How long must I wait 

How long must I wait 

Til the mountains of avarice turn blue 

How long must I wait 

How long must I wait 

Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused? 

The drowning water you drink, passed on by birth 

I'm no longer willing to give you control