Noctourniquet in The Mars Volta

Made my bed in a drought of barrel
I haven't shot this thing in years
Do you think I'll fold?

Callous hands of detriment
From a crossbow flinch of gasping air
Do you think I'll fold?

Solomon, don't fall apart, their words have made the perfect burden
Solomon your hollow heart, a nomadic void of halcyon youth

Prenatal at the hips where we once joined
Separated by the scalpel when we were young
DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD

Held under the water in a breathless troth
Buried in the plots of your frontsteps
DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD

Incinerate the faith that you were taught
Incinerate your crone of useless flesh
DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD

Solomon, don't fall apart, their words have made the perfect burden
Solomon your hollow heart, a nomadic void of halcyon youth

And in this life you long to flee
You can stop the rain from falling
Tie it on, in your mind, it's your Noctourniquet

And in your file will it read
That you caved into the night?
Tie it on, in your mind, it's your Noctourniquet

Made my bed in droughts of barrel
I haven't shot this thing in years
Do you think I'll fold?

Bucolic hymns that frolic on your hissing tongue
The rivalry of siblings cut from saffron cloth
DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD

I'll reach right through the pavement with the shortest straw
Never a dull blade in your mothers drawer
DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD

Place it in the thirst of her endless flask
The iridiscent poison will quench foreboding
DO YOU THINK THAT

Solomon, won't fall apart, their words have made the perfect burden
Solomon your hollow heart, a nomadic void of halcyon youth
No matter what it takes for you