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 fucking 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.