(Composição: Cedric Bixler-Zavala e Omar Rodriguez-Lopez) The swarms that I speak Are the wrists I have cut By flooding the tubs Where the warmth held her up The lockets believe That the secret of love Has caught its own tail And it just won't give up When I breathe the heavens can't hold me And I can't believe anymore The light brings The highest execution Show me the wings I must cut In your landfill days These are desperate graves Give me the alter Red will shine This pendulum won't wait In your landfill days These are desperate graves Give me the alter Red will shine This pendulum won't wait If I slay your spirit With twin current volts That weak in your knees In the pit of my palms Dressed in the slurs of Bovine engines To feast upon the carcass Of your mother When I breathe the heavens can't hold me And I can't believe anymore The light brings The highest execution Show me the wings I must cut In your landfill days These are desperate graves Give me the alter Red will shine This pendulum won't wait In your landfill days These are desperate graves Give me the alter Red will shine This pendulum won't wait When I turn the dial And leave the gas on I'm the matchstick That you'll never lose These are the splinters Made from a single blade I'm the matchstick That you'll never lose I light the key that locks you in I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose And you'll wear the burden of all my burns I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose In your landfill days These are desperate graves Give me the alter Red will shine This pendulum won't wait In your landfill days These are desperate graves Give me the alter Red will shine This pendulum won't wait In your landfill days These are desperate graves Give me the alter Red will shine This pendulum won't wait In your landfill days These are desperate graves Give me the alter Red will shine This pendulum won't wait
