The Mars Volta

The horseman you have brought deserve me
Some how they've made it through the floor
The clocks you set
Are they reversing?
Before this visit turns conjugal
Ever more
Maybe tonight
So my half is waiting
Filed to a pulp
Used insomnia's been cleansing with floods
I got a pain inside that'll rip through the very fabric of time
Cause I've been with you
Before God gave me sin
I've got to get born
Just so you know
There's too many reasons
You set the silver down to guard me from the weak
You check the spelling for nothing, nothing
You sent yourself the flood
All of this time
Bedsore containment