The Mars Volta - Cotopaxi
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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When sanskrit was my mother tongue
scarabs filled my pillow
Tarmac strips to pave for them
and thrones from which to teach
And in that pulse the future said
the story had been spun
You wet your bed so sleep in it
cards can't make a house
And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
we'll be lucky if we eat tonight
And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
that's why I'll magnify a hole...
When lightyears came and lightyears passed
tugging on the brink
Spoils reported missing
put down in its sleep
Strangled in the background
fitted for a mask
The future won't believe you
past the ransom fast
And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
we'll be lucky if we eat tonight
And up that hill go the last of my crumbs