the mars volta
wax simulacra
Came back to tell yourself I broke in twos, Define the puncture, when will I know to, I found something to shake by the roots, I come along to see what's in your room, The Coma's spending time to answer you, I need something laid out for him,  Am I waiting now, Does my waiting howl, Am I waiting now? Does my waiting howl.  I bring an avalanche of taunted bones, Contaminate your cravings if you choose,   To pray something then extra will spill Whom after me form out a content high, Inhale the vapors that will heal your smile, Hope for something to shake by the roots.  Am I waiting now, Does my waiting howl, Am I waiting now, Does my waiting howl.  Bring me the tame, Witness germinating the child, The word of mouth stutters, Blink at the lonely guise