The Amenta - The Argument lyrics

(The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.) We audit our intake and binge on our guilt. A crystallized mind is a well sharpened blade. The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. And yet we harness ignorant beasts. A deliberate studied step is a safe, sure path. (The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.) But we are cloistered monks, divorced from the world. Always speak your mind and watch the base man scuttle. And I'll admit I'm wrong when I see your proof, cowering wreck. No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. And yet, chemically clipped, we struggle. No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. And yet, chemically clipped, we struggle on melted wax. Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. And yet we define ourselves in opposition to others, A defined self-awareness is a psyche's foundation. But, carved in sunken relief, We leave no impression. Argument is to idea as the grindstone to axe. And from the standing water I'll drink my f**ing poison. No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. And yet, chemically clipped, we struggle. No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. And yet, chemically clipped, we struggle on melted wax.