The Mars Volta

I've been drinking black mirror again
The closer we part
I needed to touch your lips
With the nail in my heart
The night that you caught me
My coffin did walk
I fell at your mercy
I fell in your grave
Meccamputechture
That stands in my way
The younger I stay
An elderly child
The longer the mirror gives birth
To the death I file
If you consume me I will not let you go
If you walk right through me
My voice will taint your throat
Blessed be the wrong I've done