With Twilight As My Guide

In my heart
Where he keeps them
in a vault of devil daughters

When I bend in kicking form
with twilight as my guide
in every home the ghost veins gossip
you can hear them if you try
When my quill begins to squirm
from the ashes in your urn
your deviance is anything but faithful

My devil makes me dream
like no other mortal dreams
with a blank eye corner
The only way to see him
in the tunnel where he slept
by the longest tusk of corridors
numb below the neck

In my heart
Where he keeps them
in a vault of devil daughters

by The Mars Volta.