The Mars Volta - Ca**andra Geminni, C. Faminepulse lyrics

you can't bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof the air is growing cold and there's nothing you can do soon there'll be no gauze inside the confessional only rows of crows defrocking every breath one day you'll remember behind the melting cones you've always had a family in the burial of your home night forever more i'll peel back all of my skin peel back and let it all run