Televators Lyrics - De-loused In The Comatorium - Mars Volta

Just as he hit 

The ground 

They lowered a tow that 

Stuck in his neck to the gills 

Fragments of sobiquets 

Riddle me this 

Flinch stitcheing 

Aureole 

Stalk the ground 

Stalk the ground 

You should have seen 

The curse that flew right by you 

Page of concrete 

Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway 

Autodafe 

A capulary hint of red 

Only this manupod 

Crescent in shape has escaped 

The house half the way 

Fell empty with teeth 

That split both his lips 

Mark these words 

One day this chalk outline will circle this city 

Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face 

A room colored charlatan 

Hid in a safe 

Stalk the ground 

Stalk the ground 

You should have seen 

The curse that flew right by you 

Page of concrete 

Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway 

Autodafe 

A capulary hint of red 

Only this manupod 

Crescent in shape has escaped 

Pull the pins 

Save your grace 

Mark these words 

On his grave 

You should have seen 

The curse that flew right by you 

Page of concrete 

Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway 

Autodafe 

A capulary hint of red 

Everyone knows the last toes are 

Always the coldest to go