Trinkets Pale of Moon The Mars Volta

[Verse 1]
By the landfill I lust
I burn their clothing before I dig into the ground
I am Janus-faced, Belial with vines
You're going to wish you hadn't run
Clarodine is calling me
I hear the hearts of tiny beaten drums
I feigned umbrage at my bruising fists
You're going to wish you hadn't run

[Chorus]
And with these trinkets pale of moon
Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles
When I nurse your tired heart
For every time you hear the strain of lullabies collapsing
Walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling

[Verse 2]
Their gourds are punctured easily
Amnesia fumes in little twists of silk
Induce this multi-strobe with melody
You're going to wish you hadn't run
I sing your epicedium
My father taught me when I was young
You'll wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia
You're going to wish you hadn't run