The Malkin Jewel The Mars Volta

[Verse 1]
I must've crawled through your bedroom door in a fit of jealous breath
Perched up on the Bacchus foot of your unsuspecting bed
From the blossom rags in my jackal croon to the stems of the cinquefoil
I give to you the shrapnel with which to sprinkle in her soil because

[Chorus]
All the traps in the cellar go clickety clack 'cause you know I always set them for you
Yeah, for you
And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
Yeah, you know they're gonna take me to you
Yeah, to you

[Verse 2]
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 beckon you to cut the orchid cord because

[Chorus]
All the traps in the cellar go clickety-clack 'cause you know I always set them for you
Yeah, for you
And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
Yeah, you know they're gonna take me to you
Yeah, to you