Ideomotor Lyrics - Prisoners - The Agonist

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)