Flash Burns from Flashbacks - The Mars Volta

I never knew if I should ask you

I never thought the time was right

He's the proof, the untouched ruse

A courtroom sketch of lifeless eyes

The constant need to disassemble

The soft veneer that holds his reins

I think I'm comin' undone

He bought the gavel to run

All the crooked, little cities

Will the starlets guard their drinks now?

Forty winks 'til slumberland

Push the hoax and drill the script

Teleprompter or polygraph?

I'll try to erase it

But your faith has set the trap

I think I'm comin' undone

He bought the gavel to run

All the crooked, little cities

The burning film in your projector

Ulcerous amnesia

Memories, they're not so fond of my mind

But I will erase you

Flash burns from flashbacks

I think I'm comin' undone

He bought the gavel to run

All the crooked, little cities

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

I think I'm comin' undone

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

I think I'm comin' undone

I think I'm comin' undone

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

I think I'm comin' undone

I think I'm comin' undone

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

I think I'm comin' undone