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
helicpoter,
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 swans.
We're silence
In throats we creep.
You'll know us by
The shaking ground
When ideas emerge
From the deep.

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.

Offering flowers
To the dirt
Like paral yzed
Dancers we decline
And smile and flee.
But,with years
Of past devotion,
The crushing atmosphere
Is bitter-sweet.

In my waterfall,
Here,
In Earth,I'll slowly
Dissapear.