The Mars Volta

Unbolted from within
From long coniving heights
The hale it makes a special sound
That always stays until the night
She tells me i'm not capable of what they accuse me
With no remorse I stand and say
That guilt is what I please
My devil makes me dream
Like no other mortal dreams
With a blink, I, corner
The only way to see a man
In an eternal way they slept
By the longest tusks of corridors
Known below the neck?
In my home
Where he keeps them in a vault
of devil daughters
When I bend and kick in form
With Twilight as my guide
And every home the ghosts?
you can hear them if you try
When my quill
begins to squirm
From the ashes in your urn