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 on 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
(chorus)
we're suicidal swans
we're silence in throats we creep
you'll know us by shaking ground
when ideas emerge from the deep