The Mars Volta - Molochwalker

for all this burn
it never hurt
shanks around the bend
when you’re foaming at the binge

on your serrated edge
like a snail that steps
the hiss I make is warning to the scoundrels

when you walk the plank
tell me what you see
moloch in the time of mutiny

when nobody wants to fix this frame
the guilt presence starts to vellicate
fall into the strangle
skip around the neck
this albatross is warning with extreme prejudice

when you walk the plank
tell me what you see
moloch in the time of mutiny

half of the time, I’m never clean
filth of my filth, can’t get no relief

half of the time I see the weak
don’t roll your eyes if still you can’t see

all of my coins have been taken again
they fill your void and still you’re empty

what’s that set of numbers doing?
count my fingers till extinction