Texty: Mars Volta. Octahedron. Teflon.

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 phase
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 a body inside
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside

Frames of infrared
Keep scrolling into focus
Scarab crank the busy signal
With the habits that you notice

The dates they change with each new phase
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 a body inside
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside

Taking all the hostages into the Oval Office
Draw the curtains, part their hair and pull the trigger softly
If they have me committed then I'll just take you with me

One driver in your motorcade
Is all it takes, is all it takes
Sandmen grains in Teflon veins
Is all it takes, is all it takes

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 a body inside
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside