Текст: Mars Volta. Viscera Eyes.

Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladron cuenta se dio
Trapa mal hecho de trampas te lo juro
Que yo si te mato
Y con cada dia que se pase recuerdate
Quien era el mas poderoso

Don't let me
Don't let me go

There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent thorns
Upon a crown of maggots
Your father shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cut the lights
Close the blinds
Lend me your comfort
Come cry by your side

Ay, mi hijo, no me llores
Porque te quito de esta cruz
Ni agachate ve caminado sin la alma de tu cuerpo
En los brazos sin luz

They scalp our children by seven
The border we're watching
Where the other three now hide
The culprits can't be seen from a premium of glass
We shudder in this sigil then you carpe diem-tize

Don't let me
Don't let me go

There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent thorns
Upon a crown of maggots
Verucca shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die

In your viscera eyes
Cut the lights
Close the blinds
Lend me your comfort
Come cry by your side

In your viscera eyes
Cut the lights
Close the blinds
Lend me your comfort
Come cry by your side

Wait! I've seen the ark shake from your pneumonic tongue
But the braile that you weave of itself it shall read aloud
Yes it will
I said, she's falling, she's still falling
But no one wants to come
She's crawling, she's still crawling
On your burial ground
Said, she's falling, she's still falling
But no one wants to come
I said, she's crawling, she's still crawling
On your burial


(gracias a Omar por esta letra)