| 歌曲 | Televators - Main Radio Edit |
| 歌手 | The Mars Volta |
| 专辑 | Televators |
| Just as he hit | |
| The ground | |
| They lowered a tow that | |
| Stuck in his neck to the gills | |
| Fragments of sobriquets | |
| riddle me this | |
| three half eaten corneas | |
| who hit the aureole | |
| Stalk the ground | |
| Stalk the ground | |
| You should have seen | |
| The curse that flew right by you | |
| Page of concrete | |
| Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway | |
| Auto-da-fé | |
| A capillary hint of red | |
| Only this manupod | |
| Crescent in shape has escaped | |
| The house half the way | |
| Fell empty with teeth | |
| That split both his lips | |
| Mark these words | |
| One day this chalk outline will circle this city | |
| Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face | |
| A room colored charlatan | |
| Hid in a safe | |
| Stalk the ground | |
| Stalk the ground | |
| You should have seen | |
| The curse that flew right by you | |
| Page of concrete | |
| Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway | |
| Auto-da-fé | |
| A capillary hint of red | |
| Only this manupod | |
| Crescent in shape has escaped | |
| Pull the pins | |
| Save your grace | |
| Mark these words | |
| On his grave | |
| [x3] | |
| You should have seen | |
| The curse that flew right by you | |
| Page of concrete | |
| Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway | |
| Auto-da-fé | |
| A capillary hint of red | |
| Everyone knows the last toes are | |
| Always the coldest to go |
| Just as he hit | |
| The ground | |
| They lowered a tow that | |
| Stuck in his neck to the gills | |
| Fragments of sobriquets | |
| riddle me this | |
| three half eaten corneas | |
| who hit the aureole | |
| Stalk the ground | |
| Stalk the ground | |
| You should have seen | |
| The curse that flew right by you | |
| Page of concrete | |
| Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway | |
| Autodafé | |
| A capillary hint of red | |
| Only this manupod | |
| Crescent in shape has escaped | |
| The house half the way | |
| Fell empty with teeth | |
| That split both his lips | |
| Mark these words | |
| One day this chalk outline will circle this city | |
| Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face | |
| A room colored charlatan | |
| Hid in a safe | |
| Stalk the ground | |
| Stalk the ground | |
| You should have seen | |
| The curse that flew right by you | |
| Page of concrete | |
| Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway | |
| Autodafé | |
| A capillary hint of red | |
| Only this manupod | |
| Crescent in shape has escaped | |
| Pull the pins | |
| Save your grace | |
| Mark these words | |
| On his grave | |
| x3 | |
| You should have seen | |
| The curse that flew right by you | |
| Page of concrete | |
| Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway | |
| Autodafé | |
| A capillary hint of red | |
| Everyone knows the last toes are | |
| Always the coldest to go |