Vermicide The Mars Volta

[Verse 1]
There with them is error, we are sacrosanct
A taunting of ravens to you
My swarms have fit the holster, my faith burnt every house
Like no other manger, I am emptier with doubt

[Chorus]
Bare them sevens three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal
Bare them sevens three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal

[Verse 2]
When I became a larva, you fed me from your plates
Now my slouch is nervous, sinkin' by the face
Wrinkled by this gravel, skinless trace of time
Wear your cobwebs proudly in your cheap and brittle sight
My glands emit this carnage, these pews bend back your knees
That uniform, it wears you when the ultimatum pleads

[Chorus]
Bare them sevens three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal
Bare them sevens three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal