Tekster: Mars Volta. The Bedlam In Goliath. Torniquet Man.

I've seen the only living traces filter in the sulphur
The ones who do believe me place your favour
Before you lay your question down there's a matter of the payment
To you I slipped on crooked sores in conclaves that you bothered

Let me be your Tourniquet Man
Let me keep you as a favour
Let me be your Tourniquet Man
Let me keep you as a favour
When I hear your fingers they will spell my name
As I trade the faces of the holders

Let me be your Tourniquet Man
Let me keep you as a favour
Let me be your Tourniquet Man
Let me keep you as a favour

I can't diminish anymore if I chose to dissolve in you
There's so much we can lose
I can't diminish anymore if I chose to dissolve in you
There's so much we can lose