We are but prisoners of waterfalls
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We stand on broken ribs
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Faces to the glass we drown
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Heavy mileage on our minds
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We wrap the earth on cerebral folds
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And the corpse we carry really is a weight we'd like to throw
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We love the strange new animals
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We love the fearful plants
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But we all surrender
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Turpentine to rid us of our pasts
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You would walk the rotten hillside
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You would taste the clouds bellow
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But the world you walk
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Is running water through
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Valleys in palms of hands
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We all know we will be
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Respected by greed and death and loathed by clarity
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Jettisoned
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Emotions flood the banks
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The valleys overflow
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If only memory served us better
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We could swim to dry our souls
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[Chorus]
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We're suicidal swans
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We're silence in throats we creep
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You'll know us by shaking ground
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When ideas emerge from the deep
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Dolphins have more dignity
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A sleepwalking helicopter
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Gracefully deceased
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Beauty makes the blind weep
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To describe a song in color
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Is a portrait's symphony
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The light drips on closed eyelids
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Through holes in weathered sheets
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Curiosity stands up where strange faces hide and seek
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Swarming the webs of electricity
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That dragnet the city
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Confusing power with duty
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In a place with trees like origami
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Monstrous theories dance with nightmares
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On the horizon absolute equinox
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Listening to history in the present
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Planets approach with lupine walks
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[Chorus X2]
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Offering flowers to the dirt
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Like paralyzed dancers we decline
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And smile and flee
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But with years of past devotion
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The crushing atmosphere
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Is bittersweet
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In my waterfall here
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In earth I'll slowly disappear
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Ideomotor
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The Agonist |