Ideomotor

(albüm: Prisoners - 2012)

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 below
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 helicopter
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 and 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 the 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 paralyzed 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 disappear