The Mars Volta - Son Et Lumiere/inertiatic lyrics

Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of the book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Last night I heard lepers Flinch like birth defects Its musk was fecal in origin As the words dribbled off of it's chin It said, "I'm lost..." I'm lost... Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils Cast in oblong arms length The hooks have been picking their scabs Where wolves hide in the company of men It said, "I'm lost..." I'm lost... Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Are you peaking in the red? Perforated at the neck What of this mongrel architect? A broken arm of sewers set Past, present and future tense Clipside of the pinkeye fountain What of this mongrel architect? A broken arm of sewers set Past, present and future tense Clipside of the pinkeye fountain Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! Now I'm lost! It's been said Long time ago You'll be the first and last to know You'll never know You'll never know You'll never know You'll never know