Cassandra Gemini: Faminepulse - The Mars Volta

You cant bend your crooked arms

or fold your punctured proof

the air is growing cold

and there’s nothing you can do

Soon there’ll be no gauze

inside the confessional

only rows of crows

defrocking every breath

And one day you’ll remember

behind the melting cones

I said one day you’ll remember

behind the melting cones

you’ve already had a family

in the burial of your home

Not forevermore

And I peel back all of my skin

peel it back let it all run