The Mars Volta

Now I'm lost,
Now I'm lost,
Now I'm lost,
Now I'm lost.
Last night I heard lepers,
Flinch like birth defects,
It's musk was fecal in origin,
As the words dribbled off of its chin,
It said,
I'm lost,
I'm lost,
Now I'm lost,
Now I'm lost.
Now I'm lost,
Now I'm lost,
Now I'm lost,
Now I'm lost.
Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils,
Cast in oblong arms length,
The hooks had been picking their scabs,
Where wolves hide in the company of men.
It said,
I'm lost,
I'm lost.