Revenge Of The Dadaists Lyrics - Prisoners - The Agonist

Sont-ils prisonniers? (French: Are they locked in?) 

Devrais-je les librer? (French: Should I release them?) 

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