Frances the Mute The Mars Volta

I. In Thirteen Seconds (0:00 - 7:22)

[Instrumental Intro (0:00 - 4:46)]

[Verse 1]
It's been thirteen seconds since you all last said
I've become the apparition you predicted for my death
You said that flirting brings you closer to the end
You can bait into the water but you'll never get the hint
And like a stain of bricks goes dancing by your head
Plucked from an icebox, grafted on my skin
It's been thirteen seconds since you all last said
(Don't you worry)
I've become the apparition you predicted for my death
You said that flirting brings you closer to the end
(Don't you worry)
You can bait into the water but you'll never get the hint
And like a stain of bricks goes dancing by your head
(Don't you worry)
Plucked from an icebox, grafted on my skin

[Verse 2]
My coat has hid the marks, mink hits the shovel fix
Near the sway of pendulums, boar abrasions and a kiss
She said, "I'll never let them hurt you, I'll never let them in
What you took from me is mine and what is mine I'll never give"