Sangtekst: Mars Volta. De-Loused In The Comatorium. Son Et Lumiere.

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Clipside of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe