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 softening that holds his reigns
I think I'm comin' undone
He brought 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 brought 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
The flash burns from flashbacks
I think I'm comin' undone
He brought 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
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
The Mars Volta - Flash Burns From Flashbacks Lyrics
The Mars Volta - Flash Burns From Flashbacks Lyrics
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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 softening that holds his reigns
I think I'm comin' undone
He brought 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 brought 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
The flash burns from flashbacks
I think I'm comin' undone
He brought 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
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
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 softening that holds his reigns
I think I'm comin' undone
He brought 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 brought 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
The flash burns from flashbacks
I think I'm comin' undone
He brought 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
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
I think I'm comin' undone
Writer: Cedric Bixler, Omar Alfredo Rodriguez-Lopez
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Performed By: The Mars Volta
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Cedric Bixler, Omar Alfredo Rodriguez-Lopez