Lapochka The Mars Volta

[Chorus]
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the moleskin I pick becomes fuse?

[Verse 1]
Avulsion limps its spurs in the pinches of my earth
The dust I kick from animus shatters
Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow
And in your suppression tastes sulfur

[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the children say
Tear of mended sails

[Chorus]
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?
How long must I wait, how long must I wait
'Til the moleskin I pick becomes fuse?

[Verse 2]
As if suddenly your avalanche reverses my polarity
And secretly come Sunday morning
Standing at the pulpit to an empty room