The Agonist - Revenge Of The Dadaists lyrics

rate me

Sont-ils prisonniers?

Devrais-je les libérer?

This seclusion frightens me

What happened to youthful armies,

Manicured gardens,

Proud role models?

Now I sit

Dependent zombie

Longing for the physical

One can't destroy energy

One can only transfer it

What if I never acknowledged reality

Could I avoid it?

Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky

Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell

Grabbing air pockets to free yourself

You trip on extra limbs

And crumble in

The dirt feels cold and soft

Seems so foreign yet so welcoming

You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there

Get an internal perspective

Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements

You aren't sure about getting up

Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the Earth is

The way to live for centuries

Coffins float upside down like cumulus

Knock and see who's inside!

You wonder how the doors don't swing open

Are they locked in?

Should i release them?

You leave footsteps of fire

So no one can follow your tracks

I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never told me that I would get so badly burnt

I always freeze upon contact now

So the flames don't hurt

Does controlling pain make it void

If energy is transferred, not destroyed?

I invite them to all join

Forcing confusion through ballpoint

Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs?

I still feel the strangulation throttling me out

This is still not the way you want to end

The leaves swing down to tuck you in

This is where you won't wake up again

I hope you will - I'm just not convinced

You feel the mantle pulse

The fissures throb

The nucleus bellows

You see those around you

Who felt it all along

Black eyes and superior senses

Curious noses seem

They seem apathetic

Should they really care?

They know they knew what we refuse to understand

Prevention only goes so far

Make way for the newborn

There's only so much carbon in the work

Take a number

You've had your time

Get in line

You must be this good to ride

You leave footsteps of fire

So no one can follow your tracks

I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never warned me that I would get so badly burnt

I always freeze upon contact now

So the flames don't hurt