The Mars Volta

How much do you make
in that death factory
Severance owed
in the chamber of revolvers
Empty jails
fall from my scalp
Shake the globe and let me out
If still I can remember the day
That they took you from me
Seems like I've been running
from your trenchant memory
Harp sickle will warn me when it's over
'Cuz if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
'Cuz I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
[instead of rags]
When do I get to see the body
preserved inside this grin
Sewn in the lips
where her last words
I'll be damned - I can still hear her laughing
Your angels have tangled their brass again
The comfort of doubt still it keeps you thin