THE MARS VOLTA LYRICS

"Dyslexicon"

Nature red in tooth and claw
I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

The second that I fell in love
With the handle of your revolver
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

I begged to you a second chance
With a dried white rose to Bethlehem
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

Am I the valency that you deny?

In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon

When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear
Cackling in chloroform this specter will ensnare
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

A braided strand from childrens mane
Acquired with impunity
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

The things you say to me
Are deaf in tongue
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

Am I the valency that you deny?

In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon

You've never tasted heaven
Stood the mother filled with grief
In the wake of Monday mourning
{Finds} a culprit void of breath with guile

If fate is your endearment
Through pistil and through stem
In the wake of Monday mourning
{Finds} a culprit void of breath with guile

And on the seventh day
You will come to find
That my prism is not color blind
In death's mosaic spirit
A culprit void of breath with guile

That's why I repent
That's why I go under
That's why I repent for the night

In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon

In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon,

That's my dyslexicon.

Thanks to The-Degausser for correcting these lyrics

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