Music: 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
here 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 our 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
i know the pieces fit (repeat x8, building in intensity)
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
here 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 our 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
i know the pieces fit (repeat x8, building in intensity)
