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Standing like umbrellas in a field of staves
They opened and carried us beyond our graves
The lives of men lost in a sea of denial
Like the scene that we've seen all throughout the while
The umbrellas still danced around in their circles so wry
Collecting what they could as it fell from the sky
Our worlds had been crossed and we fought for our lives
But nobody cared if we really survived
Screaming and shouting with a fist held so high
We attacked with our might and then wondered why
My fist will not change you, and nor will my words
My music won't matter because the songs will all merge
My stories won't help you and nor will my mind
No inspired comforts I think you will find
My power is nothing and my love is unreal
My skin won't be anything to your feel
My heart isn't beating and my mind isn't there
You can look in my eyes and be met with a stare
The hairs on my arms aren't up on their ends
The egg seems to hatch without any hens
The world has come and has gone for nought
And the beans are still waiting to be bought
Why do I bother to even try to believe
That I could pull a life from this sleeve
And perhaps I could chance the world if I tried
And perhaps I could change the way that we cried
And perhaps there's a ribbon on my cat
And perhaps there's something deeper than that
And perhaps all I've achieved is more than I think
Just drowned out by the constant drips in the sink
I've got to shake off this periodic delusion
That my dreams are no more than a simple illusion
And keep on fighting with my fist held high
Because there's nothing left to do but die.
They opened and carried us beyond our graves
The lives of men lost in a sea of denial
Like the scene that we've seen all throughout the while
The umbrellas still danced around in their circles so wry
Collecting what they could as it fell from the sky
Our worlds had been crossed and we fought for our lives
But nobody cared if we really survived
Screaming and shouting with a fist held so high
We attacked with our might and then wondered why
My fist will not change you, and nor will my words
My music won't matter because the songs will all merge
My stories won't help you and nor will my mind
No inspired comforts I think you will find
My power is nothing and my love is unreal
My skin won't be anything to your feel
My heart isn't beating and my mind isn't there
You can look in my eyes and be met with a stare
The hairs on my arms aren't up on their ends
The egg seems to hatch without any hens
The world has come and has gone for nought
And the beans are still waiting to be bought
Why do I bother to even try to believe
That I could pull a life from this sleeve
And perhaps I could chance the world if I tried
And perhaps I could change the way that we cried
And perhaps there's a ribbon on my cat
And perhaps there's something deeper than that
And perhaps all I've achieved is more than I think
Just drowned out by the constant drips in the sink
I've got to shake off this periodic delusion
That my dreams are no more than a simple illusion
And keep on fighting with my fist held high
Because there's nothing left to do but die.
Not this time, no.
Is it a riddle about a tree?
Standing like umbrellas in a field of staves
They opened and carried us beyond our graves
The lives of men lost in a sea of denial
Like the scene that we've seen all throughout the while
The umbrellas still danced around in their circles so wry
Collecting what they could as it fell from the sky
Our worlds had been crossed and we fought for our lives
But nobody cared if we really survived
Screaming and shouting with a fist held so high
We attacked with our might and then wondered why
My fist will not change you, and nor will my words
My music won't matter because the songs will all merge
My stories won't help you and nor will my mind
No inspired comforts I think you will find
My power is nothing and my love is unreal
My skin won't be anything to your feel
My heart isn't beating and my mind isn't there
You can look in my eyes and be met with a stare
The hairs on my arms aren't up on their ends
The egg seems to hatch without any hens
The world has come and has gone for nought
And the beans are still waiting to be bought
Why do I bother to even try to believe
That I could pull a life from this sleeve
And perhaps I could chance the world if I tried
And perhaps I could change the way that we cried
And perhaps there's a ribbon on my cat
And perhaps there's something deeper than that
And perhaps all I've achieved is more than I think
Just drowned out by the constant drips in the sink
I've got to shake off this periodic delusion
That my dreams are no more than a simple illusion
And keep on fighting with my fist held high
Because there's nothing left to do but die.
They opened and carried us beyond our graves
The lives of men lost in a sea of denial
Like the scene that we've seen all throughout the while
The umbrellas still danced around in their circles so wry
Collecting what they could as it fell from the sky
Our worlds had been crossed and we fought for our lives
But nobody cared if we really survived
Screaming and shouting with a fist held so high
We attacked with our might and then wondered why
My fist will not change you, and nor will my words
My music won't matter because the songs will all merge
My stories won't help you and nor will my mind
No inspired comforts I think you will find
My power is nothing and my love is unreal
My skin won't be anything to your feel
My heart isn't beating and my mind isn't there
You can look in my eyes and be met with a stare
The hairs on my arms aren't up on their ends
The egg seems to hatch without any hens
The world has come and has gone for nought
And the beans are still waiting to be bought
Why do I bother to even try to believe
That I could pull a life from this sleeve
And perhaps I could chance the world if I tried
And perhaps I could change the way that we cried
And perhaps there's a ribbon on my cat
And perhaps there's something deeper than that
And perhaps all I've achieved is more than I think
Just drowned out by the constant drips in the sink
I've got to shake off this periodic delusion
That my dreams are no more than a simple illusion
And keep on fighting with my fist held high
Because there's nothing left to do but die.