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    The Agonist - Ideomotor
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    Слова песни The Agonist - Ideomotor

    we are but prisoners
    of waterfalls
    we stand on broken ribs.
    Faces to the glass,
    we drown.
    Heavy mileage on our minds,
    we wrap the earth in cerebral folds.
    And the corpse we carry really
    is a weight we'd like to throw.
    We love the strange new animals,
    we love the fearful plants
    but we all surrender
    turpentine to rid us of our pasts.
    You would walk the rotten hillside,
    you would taste the clouds bellow.
    But the world you walk
    is running water through
    valleys in palms of hands.
    We all know we will be
    respected by greed and death
    and loathed by clarity
    Jettisoned
    emotions flood the banks
    the valleys overflow.
    If only
    memory served us better,
    we could swim to dry our souls.
    We're suicidal swans.
    We're silence,
    in throats we creep.
    You'll know us by
    the shaking ground
    when ideas emerge from the deep.
    Dolphins have more dignity.
    A sleepwalking helicopter,
    gracefully deceased.
    Beauty makes the blind weep.
    To describe a song in color
    is a portrait's symphony
    The light drips on closed eyelids
    through holes in weathered sheets.
    Curiosity stands up where
    strange faces hide and seek,
    swarming the webs of electricity
    that dragnet the city;
    confusing power with duty
    in a place with trees like origami.
    Monstrous theories dance with nightmares
    on the horizon absolute equinox.
    Listening to history in the present,
    planets approach with lupine walks.
    We're suicidal swan.
    We're silence,
    in throats we creep.
    You'll know us by
    the shaking ground
    when ideas emerge from the deep.
    We're suicidal swan.

    We're silence,
    in throats we creep.
    You'll know us by
    the shaking ground
    when ideas emerge from the deep.
    Offering flowers to the dirt
    like paralyzed dancers we decline
    and smile and flee.
    But, with years of past devotion,
    the crushing atmosphere
    is bitter-sweet.
    Haaaa.......
    (SOLO)
    In my waterfall,
    here,
    in hearth, i'll slowly disappear.
    (SOLO)
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