The Marble Shrine

Metatron (8:12)

Album: The Bedlam in Goliath (75:52)

Release Date: January 29, 2008

Produced By: Omar Rodriguez-Lopez

Recorded: 2006 - 2007 in Hollywood, CA & Brooklyn, NY

Label: Gold Standard Labs, Universal

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Live Notes

  • Played very closely to studio version.
  • One of the first songs to be cut from the Bedlam in Goliath tour setlist.

Other Notes

  • A 30-second clip of the song was the first studio output from the entire album made available to the fan community. This clip accompanied an e-flyer for the band's New Year's Eve show in San Francisco, and later a "commercial" for the same show.

Lyrics for Metatron

maybe i'll breakdown
maybe i'll try
circumvent inoculation
and i just want a cut
when will i breakdown
lately i might
un-connect the fascination
and i just want to touch

this is a list
they're my demands
forget the question
come on bring your nervous hands
you read it in my letter
'patience worth is dead'
suffocate the inkwell
i am legion said the pen
her seraph snout
and cruciform limp
i blame the shrouding of a lesser man
my sigil contraptions
they walk with no crutches
don't show me the hinges
i am absent

she came to me
when she was pouring out of drool
under sedation
under vulgar multitudes
if you stay and try
to fix what you did
the sheets were wet from all those messages
a million petitions
her lock with no key
you forfeit the right to be believed
full implant
shapeless as a jewel
and i am stranded by eternal solitude

the vault that i call home
it falls beneath your palms
before i crawl my way out she calls
when you're standing right outside my window
water thirsting
you're standing right outside my window
water thirsting
when will i drown

i'll never get a distant shot
heard vessper pure
i never want to see your face
until the word is made flesh
you'd better ask metatron
those flowers that withered away
in the pages of your book
for one day they won't block your route

in the dead plot you dream in
ten go away,
ten born of pray,
ten go away

folding wormholes
my time is riding in the alphabet
folding wormholes
my time is writing on the wall

debase by your sentence
i fell in the trap
what door slid behind me
i can't see it anymore
when she sleeps as a witness
got no better hands
tied a single stutter
do you speak my dialect
accidents will happen
keep your earnings to yourself
one sip under the table
until it moves all by itself
in the eye of fatima
i've kept all your dreams
in a waking solution of indictment