The Malkin Jewel - The Mars Volta

I must’ve crawled through your bedroom door

in a fit of jealous breath,

perched upon the backest foot

of your unsuspecting bed.

From the blossom rags in my jackal croon

to the stems of the cinquefoil

I’ll give to you the shrapnel with which

to sprinkle inner soil because

All the traps in the cellar go clickety-clack

cuz you know I always set them for you (yeah for you!)

And all the rats in the cellar form our verminal steps

Yeah, you know they’re gonna take me to you (yeah to you!)

You’ll wash it down with harlot soap --

well is this what you want?

I’ll paint your steps with the lilac stains

of smelter revenant.

My cutlery is rattling

in the dormant wooden drawers.

From the palm of my throne I beacon you

to cut the orchid cord because

All the traps in the cellar go clickety-clack

cuz you know I always set them for you (yeah for you!)

And all the rats in the cellar form our verminal steps

Yeah, you know they’re gonna take me to you (yeah to you!)

I know a girl who was woven in spindle and thread

wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta scaffolding wed

She tosses and turns and wakes off the children in best health

Yawning with hunger they take turns of nourishment

She says Aaaaaaaah!

Somebody, somebody help me!

Is there anybody that can set me free?

From the mountains of avarice they sent me to you!

My ankle turns flesh to gravel!