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Tool - Schism
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing, pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion disintegrating as it goes testing our communication the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication. I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over. To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication. The poetry that comes from the squaring off between, And the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissonance. There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away. Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers between supposed brothers. And I know the pieces fit. Tool - Reflection I find that I can see a light at the end down Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole. Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful. It's calling me. And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams. And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism I must crucify the ego before it's far too late I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away. before I pine away. So crucify the ego before it's far too late To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical And you will come to find that we are all one mind Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason. before I pine away. +rest |
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