The Mars Volta
Soothsayer
[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
My love becomes a mange, dyein' autumn in its leaves
When it broke me in the branch where my antlers come to feed
And I swam a hundred days in the bosom of this filth
Carry on this drought as I tighten my belt

[Pre-Chorus]
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours

[Chorus]
Callin' me, she's callin' me
This it may have come to falter, we have become these pleads

[Verse 2]
In a field of baldin' marble where the medicine awaits
The hourglass pokes at the ribs of my cage
At half rations I'm finished, at half rations the minutes
All that happens was given coil and embrace

[Pre-Chorus]
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
[Chorus]
Callin' me, she's callin' me
This it may have come to falter, we have become these pleads

[Guitar Solo]

[Pre-Chorus]
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours

[Chorus]
Callin' me, she's callin' me
This it may have come to falter, we have become these pleads

[Instrumental Outro]