Noctourniquet - The Mars Volta

Make my bed in droughts of beryl

I haven’t shot this thing in years

Do you think I’ll fold?

Calloused hands of detriment

From a crossbow flinch of gasping air

Do you think I’ll…

So long, don’t fall apart

The words have made a perfect burden

Sewn along your hollow heart

We’ll never hassle you

Remember at the hips where we once joined

Severed by the scalpel when we were young

Do you think I’ll fold?

Held under the water in a blacklist trough

Buried in the plots of your front steps

Do you think I’ll fold?

Incinerate the faith that you were taught

Incinerate your crown of useless flesh

Do you think I’ll…

So long, don’t fall apart

The words have made a perfect burden

Sewn along your hollow heart

We’ll never hassle you

And if this life belonged to me

you can stop the rain from falling

Tie it on in your mind

Its your noctourniquet

And in your fight to live and breathe

Then you keep it to the night

Tie it on in your mind

Its your noctourniquet

Made my bed in droughts of beryl

I haven’t shot this thing in years

Do you think I’ll fold?

Your color seems to flower from your hissing tongue

Your livery of siblings cut from saffron cloth

Do you think I’ll fold?

I’ll reach out through the pavement with the shortest straw

Lavera, don’t play in your mother’s drawer

Do you think I’ll fold?

Come hasten to the first drop of endless flasks

Heretics and peasants with a quench forboding

Do you think I’ll…

So long, don’t fall apart

The words have made a perfect burden

Sewn along your hollow heart

We’ll never hassle you

So long, don’t fall apart

The words have made a perfect burden

Sewn along your hollow heart

Whatever one takes, whatever one takes for you