The Mars Volta

I just don't know the layman's terms
to call the mess you breed
What thaws beneath this surface
soils blood to your family tree
The dates they change
with each new phrase
i'm anxious bouts of nervous
What am I without the bruises
this switch it won't come on
What do I do to lose it
beneath this distress call
Let the wheels burn
Let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck
with the body inside
Let the wheels burn
Let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck
with the body inside
Frames of infrared
keep scrolling into focus
Scarab crank the busy signal
with habits that you notice
The dates they change
with each new phrase
I'm anxious bouts of nervous
What am I without the bruises
this switch it won't come on
What do I do to lose it
beneath this distress call
Let the wheels burn