Noctourniquet

Lapochka

I'm alone now, In a hotel lobby
It's a ghost town, Felt like nobody saw me
I don't know how, I got that anxious
Made my palms sweat, And my stomach was aching
It's a hard pill, To take down your gullet
Makes you nauseous, And you can't control it
And its passive, But you don't know where it's going
It's getting cold now I'll be home any moment 

(Chorus)
The solemn smell
Of moldy food
Is all around
Engulfs my room
So I can't breathe 
Can't eat or sleep
I think I need
Some stress Relief

He said hey brother, when did you get so tall
But I'm your sister, I'm not your brother at all
And you would know that, if you would give me a call
But you're so distant(lil thumb thing) the other side of the wall
(Back to verse picking)
Last fall, when I was out on my porch
There was a long pause, that was promptly ignored
It was a sad thought, that I couldn't mourn
Got so wasted I fell over and I woke up on the fucking kitchen floor

(Chorus)

Stress Relief

Do Mór

We are the mannequins 
The junk people
The attic people 
The skip people 
The warehouse people
We are not real
And we are hungry

You do not see us
You do not hear us
You do not feel us
But we are here
You do not care
Or even think of us 
But we are here 
We are real


We are the broken people
We are the darkness people
We are the bits people
We are the broken people 
We are the cardboard people 
We are the damaged people
We cannot move
But we are coming 

We can change
We can move
We can feel
We can choose
We have feelings 
We have thoughts
We turn to action
And we act fast

We were the voiceless
We were the forgotten
We were the stolen
We were the young
We were the old
We were you

So first we think
And then we talk
And then we plan
And then we act
And then we move
All around you
Then towards you
And we grab 
You

we are real
And we
Are
Not
Going
Away

we are real
And we
Are
Not
Going
AWAY

Now you are nothing
Now you are empty
Now you are trapped
Now you are forgotten 
Now you are cardboard
Now you are junk people
Now you are nobody

And we are free
We are free
Are we?


(Pizzicato strings solo)

Lapochka

The Mars Volta