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Dyslexicon - The Mars Volta

Nature red in tooth and claw

I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

The second that I fell in love

With the handle of your revolver

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

I beg to you a second chance

With a dried white rose to Bethlehem

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

Am I the valency that you deny

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

'Cause that's my dyslexicon

When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear

Cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

A braided strand of children's mane

Acquired with impunity

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

The things you say to me

Are deaf in tongue

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

Am I the valency that you deny

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

'Cause that's my dyslexicon

You've never tasted heaven

Stood the mother filled with grief

In the wake of Monday mourning

Finds a culprit void of breath with guile

If fate is your endearment

Through pistil and through stem

In the wake of Monday morning

Finds a culprit void of breath with guile

And on the seventh day

You will come to find

My prism is not colorblind

In death's mosaic spirit

Finds a culprit void of breath with guile

That's why I repent

That's why I go under

That's why I repent

That's why I go under

That's why I repent for the night

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

'Cause that's my dyslexicon

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

'Cause that's my dyslexicon

That's my dyslexicon