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 beg 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
And I burn this dictionary
'Cause that's my dyslexicon

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

A braided strand of children's 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
And I burn this dictionary
'Cause 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 morning
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile

And on the seventh day
You will come to find
My prism is not colorblind
In death's mosaic spirit
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile

That's why I repent
That's why I go under
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
And I burn this dictionary
'Cause that's my dyslexicon
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That's my dyslexicon