The Agonist - Prisoners lyrics
Tracks 01. You're Coming With Me
02. The Escape 03. Predator & Prayer 04. Anxious Darwinians 05. Panophobia 06. Ideomotor 07. Lonely Solipsist 08. Dead Ocean 09. The Mass Of The Earth 10. Everybody Wants You (Dead) 11. Revenge Of The Dadaists 01. You're Coming With Me
International dreaming reveals a deceit less obvious.
It's the lairs who are punished but the liars speak the truth. I will never know your intention but I'll make clear my own. You are guilty by association and I'm taking your sentence on. To forget is the greatest ardor, forgetting is the favorite cure. There aren't many days left to sleep. Suspicius bullets - silent guns. Here's where the men wear pride outside and women smile through dragonflies. You were supposed to wait for me, that's how I built this up to be. I'm the kill the retriever coudn't find, the round that got away. Just leave my corpse to feed the worms, I'll soon just dissipate. I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me! Yesterday's air suffocates me. See, I have this gift to give to you. Take it carefully, it's yours. But if ever you should break it, please return it to the source. It's a shame you've not still hungary - sugared hands surrounds the still. Exhibitionist intentions through the window carved in skin. I'll shut up so you'll explain to me human sacrifice. Subtle tears, I loved you too, your desperate hillsides, your forest of depression and your houses built on lies. I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me! Yesterdays air suffocates me - I'll take your oxygen. Equine corpses bored to death. Purge the fetus like arguments. Time's up, get on board, you're coming with me. It's hard to watch you crumble, watch the flames lick your complexion bare, removing the pretense that you cared. I see the woman facing away, I feel the distance in her gaze. One day she will turn around and push me back so my past is erased. Flying birds like kites, my eyes are so full of sun I don't know how I'll ever learn your language. Only an insect forgets the earth when drawn into the sun. My Panophobia is based on my education. Reality is what you non-belivers call religion. You only cower faced with what you know to be the truth. My faith is strong, can't break the bonds, despite the lack of proof. You're just one more reason to burn this place down. Plant your face in the ground. Put you back where you came from. Enjoy the worms reclaiming your organs. Majority always wins, I've chosen my weapons. I'm devolving this place - you can't have slaughter without laughter. I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me! Yesterdays air suffocates me - I'll take your oxygen. Equine corpses bored to death. Purge the fetus like arguments, how did we go from that to this? Sure, I'm guilty. Still, you're coming with me! 02. The Escape
Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age How beauty shames skill Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will A struggle for independence, a harmless stage Art gaining post-mortem fame Oh Creatice! Your vibrant portfolio has never shown as brightly As your latest masterpiece All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous offspring How did you manage a piece so perfect? Entrancing passers-by to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized Overcome with a need to outdo the last A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing Forgets who and where raised him and how he came to be But a growing pain cannot explain behavior of the like A perfect child deserves the best But at the cost of what else did you instill this need To over-consume without regret? Broken pencils, charred marble drafts He leaves destruction in his path Your one mistake, oh great Creatice Was giving too large a brain (This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond your reach You didn't predict this, a carnal rebellion in its wake) Strike back with forces beyond his reach That even six billion can't defeat Go lock up the aggressor, quarantine before it's too late Bred to lose sense of consequence In his greed he exhausts your milk, your blood, your shelter... Don't let him escape! Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age How beauty shames skill Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will A struggle for independence, a harmless stage Art gaining post-mortem fame Throw your blood upon his lands, your skin cracked and depleted Suck the air out from his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn Show him to appreciate, discipline the cruel ingrate You still have the power to reshape - do not let this escalate Vapors vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late What rebellion possessed thee? A dangerous subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet Like limbs tumbling horizontally Now it's too late - the child has escaped! Indignant ties, parental constraints A child protected sets self free And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has made As a self-imposed apocalypse finally sets You free 03. Predator & Prayer
We hear you, we don't care
We hear you, we don't care We hear you, we don't care You sit and soak in your beliefs You cling to ice and think You'll float away to your demise And won't regret a thing Allow me to shatter your fantasy Your childhood dream I'll crush your reality The gabled roofs make it easy I know you aren't kidding I can't help but find it fitting We're the ones who hear your prayers We won't answer, we don't care So, let your demons in This is where your life begins I'm selfish and responsible. I want the credit and I'll take the blame. Earth created man, man created God - I'm not passive enough to allow some invention to take it all. I'm part of a macrocosm That is the living Earth And like a body or cell It is my will to keep the Earth in health We're the ones who hear your prayers We won't answer, we don't care So, let your demons in This is how your life begins How are you so gullible? So easily swayed? I just want to shake you Break through your daze Our brains aren't sophisticated enough to understand the complexity and wonder of Nature. God is a man-made invention to allocate power and responsibility to a tacitile body. We're the ones who hear your prayers We won't answer, we don't care So, let your demons in This is when your life begins Believers prefer to be right than correct In an environment for change, turn left Sight through mind is imagination Hallucination mimics perception Bridge the chasm between blindness and sight The machinery of the brain generates the theater of the Mind We hear you, we don't care We hear you, we just don't care 04. Anxious Darwinians
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought, creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order's end. But we dictate through creation just how, where and when. The sound of self-severed limbs. Broken joints on cold steel links. Impossible havens harbor them. Damp floors carve swollen skin. The long-sought elusive passage keys! Where once was a door, now stands a wall. Concrete beds prevent digging deep. Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks. And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse, too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive. Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds. Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide. The privacy of experience. The illusion of focus. The future is anticipated memory. The virulence of idea. Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order's end. But we dictate through creation just how, where and when Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin. Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt. Don't call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist! You're merely a hallucination of my own Atmas! Volition decides the future as the authors all agree, Impatiently arranging for evolution's recrudescence. Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed Cartesian Theater, body anchored to the seat. Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt. An escaped res cogitans flees to an inter-subjective world. Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth. The danger, dear empiritic is that to which Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some. Fountainshead, automatons. To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human! Rampant self-awareness in your invisible Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade. How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore? Self-preservation is subject to an emotional homunculus. And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide. Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought creating before acting to stay safely at the start. Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order's end. But we dictate through creation just how, where and when 05. Panophobia
Keep out the intruders! Put the drawbridge up!
The enemy ransacked what we had just rebuilt! Now the garden lies in serene symmetry And severe color theory. Roots slowly poisoning Through strategic seeds planted inside. We're much safer self-preserved. Let the Dead Sea rise. No, the watch dogs aren't robots. They can't defend against their lures. Doors that weld shut behind you and books that fly like birds. Crushed by backpacks filled with ammo, luggage carts distracted the defense. And the troops sneak in undetected, charades begin, start the pretense. Obsessive thought in royal chambers invites Trojan warriors in. Little exceptions seem so harmless, little victories, little wins. And now why has the plan failed? We sit here aimless once again. With all units deployed fully, how is it we let him in? All the corporals agreed: zero-tolerance enforced. But as cold as doorknobs were I somehow still opened the doors. Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline. We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind. Each battle lost... A dysfunctional team, we are, no one following the rules. Yes I'll do my best to protect you but your disobedience intrudes. Skeletons escape the flesh like ants through tightly clenched fists. This time impeach the tyrant! What a contradictory statement - suicidal self-preservationist. Although logic understands, prison chambers still exist. Chambers East and West conspiring, neighbors North and South unite. With the four working against me I'm powerless and losing sight! Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline. We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind. Each battle lost... This is a forced entry. This is algometry. This is panophobic. Immunity gets sick. This is a forced entry. This is algometry. This is panophobic. Taken down, brick by brick. This is a forced entry. This is algometry. This is panophobic. This is the last conflict. 06. Ideomotor
we are the ones
prisoners of waterfalls we stand on broken ribs faceless in the glass we drown living my land on our minds we rob the earth in to reap the faults (in confront rarely is the way we'd like to frown) we love to shave two animals we love the fearful glance while we all surrender ferment sigh will leave us all of our bets (you would work on running if you thought you would make a crap it out) we're the one you want this ready water throw poison bombs and ants we are the way we'll be (made bad dreams by reed men can't send love by clarity) chair you stick emotions run the mikes your valley's overflow revelate memories served as mentor we can cling to dry ourselves suicidal swans, we're silent to thoughts we breathe though a spider's shaking round will i deals am i from the deep don't men have more dignity sleepwalking helicopter gracefully deceased beauty it makes the boys weak please write the song galleries a portrait symphony burn iris on both eyelids through wallsy weathered treats curiosity stands up waves right vices all you can see storming the winds of electricity back dry at the city confusing power with beauty a place where dreamlike all can get me lost wish berries thats what normal opened our eyes so hear me dust this is the end to wish away in the present tense no matter if i walk suicidal swans, we're silent to thoughts we breathe though a spider's shaking round will i deals am i from the deep i'll pray for hours to the dirt all your paralyzed answers we decline i smile and plead but when use offence evil shot look roses im a square is bittersweet in my waterfall in it i'll slowly disappear 07. Lonely Solipsist
Parrot, squatting on your throne, mentally captured, are you?
Foot-soldered concrete rooted in basement, alone. Corporeality relinquished. Fictive molecules revolt. Soliloquies like apparition of a long forgotten ghost. Lonely Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell! Anchored pedometry, concrete throne. Posture vocal like your inflective prose, tethered philosophy, encrypted psychiatry. Powers of rendition on a capricious world, a pawn. Monet inclination for thoughts spoken - never heard. Tragic auditorium for one Pygmalion soul. Manas in transcendence through an infinite cosmos. Destruction. Destruction is the ultimate creation so, your children, don't regret. Like those to their divine inventions, like all to the planet. So, Lonely Solipsist, what rhyparography floods my eyes? Bituminoid lucidity, in trafficked lumens, hides. What would happen if your trompe-l'oeil was exposed? One brain stacked up eight heads high in perfect proportion. Gravid knowledge crush the skulls in savage rebellion. Design by observation, translated erudition, so many creators cognitively collide like a pride of pan-psychics. Upon whom redounds this insistent obloquy? Power of observer granted power of intent. The Painter's brush the Writer's words, the sinners repent. I declare this pen a syringe! Injecting foreign brains! Obligor objectivist base knowledge on fiction anyways. Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls, inertly decaying. Smite the epiphenomenalism! Erase those bound to faith! 08. Dead Ocean
An Ocean waves hello
Feathers decorate the air And sleeping giants approach An absolute nightmare - not having footing to flee Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty Grotesque interest drew you near But sorrow and awe keep you here The Ocean suicides Here come the leeches gathering around their host Hard to believe it, arterial seacost King of carcass, I'll drown in is death Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument Sorrow and awe keep you here while the Ocean breaks Flesh weighs more than atmosphere - what' keeping them afloat? Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts The moon mocks you with a knowing grin Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish? Was your role fulfilled? Was that it? Are you face up or face down? Cardinal points are semantic Geometry is religion for mathematicians The womb that birthed us keep us close Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship The air feels hydrogen-heavy Your elements are individualizing Red algae pours across the panorama Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you With every once you lose You forget you ever feared you're physically free One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy Approachable outside to welcome them in Black holes set in spin A resource more valuable than we expect, Wrangled together to redirect I've been around this place before I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way Molding a populace out of clay 09. The Mass Of The Earth
I just wrote to tell you this;
I did just my very best I went far but got stuck there I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilant soldier but the mass of the earth just weighed too heavily on me How can truth be opinion? How can fact be right and wrong? The familiar turned strange, good and evil unhinged. My utilitarian comfort unsettled Consequentialist moral reasons categorically examined Self-knowledge is a loss of innocence! I heard your call to arms set off the doomsday alarm, but never heard back So, I set out alone I don't believe all I've been shown A quest for truth and fact I passed a desert town Uninhabitable pastures of ash brown Abandoned structures littered like an Aerstan scene But then desperate people appeared They had lived in constant drought for ten years ever since pollution got the best of them - wiped them clean So, I thought "I'll take their curse away! Let them flourish, I'll take the pain." I lifted their drought and went on my way So I'm asking you, help me carry? I'm Atlas, Jesus and Hades Won't someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete The journey is bitter-sweet Logic and consistency do not mix with morality Justify your atrocities, the trump card never fails Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences prevails No longer empty-handed, I stopped at the coast to rest but found a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred They begged and pleaded "End this war! Have acceptance and peace restored!" So, I drank up all their poison oaths So I'm asking you help me carry? I'm Atlas, Jesus and Hades Won't someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete There's nothing left but wrong with me Global systems all degrading I'll take the problems so the World can breathe And I have nowhere to take thewm so forever they'll accompany me The future is much longer than the past I picked up wrongs along the way removed them from the mass But I still had to jettison things to outrun gravity and not wanting to further pollute I just left behind parts of me I'm collecting your tradition, your religion, your depression I'm trading in your affection to put us all to sleep So here I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs I sink into the earth and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave one more step I cannot take by the time you read this I'll have passed away. 10. Everybody Wants You (Dead)
You did me wrong! Yeah, you screwed me
But - guess what! I win, you lose How funny, what you show when you've got nothing to prove Everybody wants you? Everybody wants you dead But I want you right here To see your face when you've got no one left Sticky fingers touch the treetops... Could we collapse them with one slip? Can you really swear by a reality where miles are measured by inch? Tonight we are two, dipping toes in flooding puddles Programmed romance makes us shudder, pictures never grow old Obviously dusting powdery days off your skin, Familiar eyes are rabid, transplanted to a stranger's skull How am I to keep you happy, healthy and strong when you harbor such infection, such scar tissue in your bones I didn't think dysplasia would so affect it You know, tonight there is a crime to commit I'm thinking it through - I'm convinced it's true You're the beach of my attention but the tide is coming in Will you buckle down like barnacles, a one-time contagion? Will you passively wade away like layers of pollution? Or will you still be holding your breath when tides go out again? What happened to what you thought of me? I shattered all the imagery The pretense was a forgery - I really am what I present 11. Revenge Of The Dadaists
Sont-ils prisonniers? (French: Are they locked in?)
Devrais-je les libérer? (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 |