the mars volta sarkisi.. sozleri:
now i'm lost
last night i heard lepors
flinch like birth defects
it's musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin
it said i'm lost
i'm lost now
i'm lost
dolls wreck the minced meat of puplis
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
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 pinkeye fountain
now i'm lost
it's been said long time ago
you'll be the first and last to know
you'll never know
