Dyslexicon The Mars Volta

[Verse 1]
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 begged to you a second chance
With dried white roads to Bethlehem
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

[Pre-Chorus]
Am I the valency that you deny?

[Chorus]
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
And I burn this dictionary
'Cause it's my dyslexicon

[Verse 2]
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 manes
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