In Absentia
The Mars Volta - www.musicasparabaixar.org Lyrics

There was once a boy
Introducing the singer

With knives stuck in his voice
His words were sharp and hurtful

All he wanted, all he wanted was a little affection
He craved love and attention

Until one day he came
Something monumental happened

To tempt his mother’s taste
He did something to provoke his mother

All she wanted, all she wanted was to spread her infection
She sought to inflict her emotional pain on others

He spins her spindle weaving fuse
He manipulates his mother in a careful manner

Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend
He uses his youthful energy to manipulate his mother's emotions

Her broken flesh
She is emotionally scarred and vulnerable

They’ve stolen all my love
The boy feels like he has been deprived of love

Buried in absentia rose
His love is hidden and gone

Can you hear my vitreous heart
His heart is fragile and transparent

Breaking in absentia rose
His heart is breaking from the loss of love

Smokestacks burning
There is destruction and chaos around him

Eidolon turning
His illusions and fantasies are taking over

I won’t ever let you go
He is fighting to hold onto what remains of his love

He brings her the bait
He lures his mother into doing what he wants

She makes him her pet
She falls under the boy's manipulative control

Does he want some
He continues to provoke her

Does he want a little insurrection?
Does he want a rebellion against her?

With oneiric days
He lives in a dream-like state

In somatic days
His physical body experiences pain

Ocular incision
He can see and manipulate people's emotions

I'm the reason
He is the one causing all this emotional turmoil

I just gotta get out of here
He wants to escape his own manipulative behavior

Taken by the night
He is overpowered by the darkness of his own actions

Divagate remembrance
His thoughts wander to memories of the past

Check the puzzle, does it fit?
He questions the coherence of his own life

I am alpha and omega
He is the beginning and the end of his own story

And on the seventh day I rise
He is navigating his own personal struggle

Past the pangs of my resistance
He is overcoming his own internal barriers

When the son gives up his throne
When he stops being manipulative

What becomes of this theft
What will happen to the love he took?

Dasehra
A festival about victory over evil

Make these shackles go away
He wants to free himself from his own emotional reliance on manipulation

Won't you help me stand my ground if I should fall?
He needs to be able to rely on himself and not others to pick him up

As long as I am injured
As long as he is emotionally vulnerable

As long as I remember
As long as he can recall his own pain