ThouShaltNot - We Could Have Flown Like Pollen lyrics

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ThouShaltNot - We Could Have Flown Like Pollen lyrics

Somewhere between the ball and the chain The resonance of an earlier pain Begs to feel the angry wind and the rain And don't you even care? Somewhere between the mad and the sane The mind gives in to directionless strain With the way our thoughts begin to wane Away from all the splendor they could bear Somewhere between the separate planes Our decadence magnifies the stain Leaving me naked to remain And don't you feel the air? Somewhere between the hand and the brain Our dissonant steps fail to contain They burden us with the heart of the slain And now in this inaction, we're ensnared Somewhere between the heart and the vein "Revolt" becomes the blood's refrain To meld our bones to the earth again To bring about yesteryear Somewhere between the cruel and humane As we fell on the path to an Earth so mundane The clock turned as we tried to maintain All the things that keep us alive, but they weren't there We could have flown like pollen Higher than the moon can see But now we're sitting all alone in the world Trying to write ourselves into history We are half-destroyed and paranoid And fearing what might be Lost unto a forlorn hope And made up in mystery See the way we fell astray Dead until our dying day Hold my hand and we will pray For all in disrepair Do you fear what lies in store? Do you cry like you did before? Is there trust left anymore? Or shall we spend forever unaware? We could have flown like pollen Higher than the moon can see But now we're sitting all alone in the world Trying to write ourselves into history We are half-destroyed and paranoid And fearing what might be Lost unto a forlorn hope And made up in mystery Traces of our footprints through the mud Lilacs folding back into their bud We can climb a hill where time is free And from atop there we can fly like pollen higher than the moon can see But now we're sitting all alone in the world Trying to write ourselves into history We are half-destroyed and paranoid And fearing what might be Lost unto a forlorn hope And made up in mystery