Omar Rodríguez-López - Vicarious Atonement lyrics

Don't you pretend That I'm not alive My bones never ache Unless she's nearby Where is your face In a safe of dead tongues I can see your reflection In your totem firstborn I suspect You've been carrying a pack of wolves I regret Not k**ing you while I had the chance (I know I had the chance I know I had) Maybe I will always haunt you Mark the somnolence with truth Better hang your dead palace Than have a living home to lose In the river Ganges God damns my name Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes (A rasp of tails)