Revenge of the Dadaists Lyrics
| Song | Revenge of the Dadaists |
| Artist | The Agonist |
| Album | Prisoners |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sont-ils prisonniers? [French: Are they locked in?] | |
| Devrais-je les libérer? [French: Should I release them?] | |
| This seclusion frightens me | |
| What happened to youthful armies, | |
| Manicured gardens, | |
| Proud role models? | |
| Now I sit | |
| Dependent zombie | |
| Longing for the physical | |
| One can't destroy energy | |
| One can only transfer it | |
| What if I never acknowledged reality | |
| Could I avoid it? | |
| Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky | |
| Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell | |
| Grabbing air pockets to free yourself | |
| You trip on extra limbs | |
| And crumble in | |
| The dirt feels cold and soft | |
| Seems so foreign yet so welcoming | |
| You hear the | |
| Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there | |
| Get an internal perspective | |
| Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements | |
| You aren't sure about getting up | |
| Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the | |
| Earth is | |
| The way to live for centuries | |
| Coffins float upside down like cumulus | |
| Knock and see who's inside! | |
| You wonder how the doors don't swing open | |
| Are they locked in? | |
| Should i release them? | |
| You leave footsteps of fire | |
| So no one can follow your tracks | |
| I should be trudging ahead but | |
| I just keep looking back | |
| You never told me that | |
| I would get so badly burnt | |
| I always freeze upon contact now | |
| So the flames don't hurt | |
| Does controlling pain make it void | |
| If energy is transferred, not destroyed? | |
| I invite them to all join | |
| Forcing confusion through ballpoint | |
| Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs? | |
| I still feel the strangulation throttling me out | |
| This is still not the way you want to end | |
| The leaves swing down to tuck you in | |
| This is where you won't wake up again | |
| I hope you will - | |
| I'm just not convinced | |
| You feel the mantle pulse | |
| The fissures throb | |
| The nucleus bellows | |
| You see those around you | |
| Who felt it all along | |
| Black eyes and superior senses | |
| Curious noses seem | |
| They seem apathetic | |
| Should they really care? | |
| They know they knew what we refuse to understand | |
| Prevention only goes so far | |
| Make way for the newborn | |
| There's only so much carbon in the work | |
| Take a number | |
| You've had your time | |
| Get in line | |
| You must be this good to ride | |
| You leave footsteps of fire | |
| So no one can follow your tracks | |
| I should be trudging ahead but | |
| I just keep looking back | |
| You never warned me that | |
| I would get so badly burnt | |
| I always freeze upon contact now | |
| So the flames don't hurt | |
| You must be this good to die |
| Sontils prisonniers? French: Are they locked in? | |
| Devraisje les lib rer? French: Should I release them? | |
| This seclusion frightens me | |
| What happened to youthful armies, | |
| Manicured gardens, | |
| Proud role models? | |
| Now I sit | |
| Dependent zombie | |
| Longing for the physical | |
| One can' t destroy energy | |
| One can only transfer it | |
| What if I never acknowledged reality | |
| Could I avoid it? | |
| Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky | |
| Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell | |
| Grabbing air pockets to free yourself | |
| You trip on extra limbs | |
| And crumble in | |
| The dirt feels cold and soft | |
| Seems so foreign yet so welcoming | |
| You hear the | |
| Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there | |
| Get an internal perspective | |
| Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements | |
| You aren' t sure about getting up | |
| Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the | |
| Earth is | |
| The way to live for centuries | |
| Coffins float upside down like cumulus | |
| Knock and see who' s inside! | |
| You wonder how the doors don' t swing open | |
| Are they locked in? | |
| Should i release them? | |
| You leave footsteps of fire | |
| So no one can follow your tracks | |
| I should be trudging ahead but | |
| I just keep looking back | |
| You never told me that | |
| I would get so badly burnt | |
| I always freeze upon contact now | |
| So the flames don' t hurt | |
| Does controlling pain make it void | |
| If energy is transferred, not destroyed? | |
| I invite them to all join | |
| Forcing confusion through ballpoint | |
| Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cutouts? | |
| I still feel the strangulation throttling me out | |
| This is still not the way you want to end | |
| The leaves swing down to tuck you in | |
| This is where you won' t wake up again | |
| I hope you will | |
| I' m just not convinced | |
| You feel the mantle pulse | |
| The fissures throb | |
| The nucleus bellows | |
| You see those around you | |
| Who felt it all along | |
| Black eyes and superior senses | |
| Curious noses seem | |
| They seem apathetic | |
| Should they really care? | |
| They know they knew what we refuse to understand | |
| Prevention only goes so far | |
| Make way for the newborn | |
| There' s only so much carbon in the work | |
| Take a number | |
| You' ve had your time | |
| Get in line | |
| You must be this good to ride | |
| You leave footsteps of fire | |
| So no one can follow your tracks | |
| I should be trudging ahead but | |
| I just keep looking back | |
| You never warned me that | |
| I would get so badly burnt | |
| I always freeze upon contact now | |
| So the flames don' t hurt | |
| You must be this good to die |
| Sontils prisonniers? French: Are they locked in? | |
| Devraisje les lib rer? French: Should I release them? | |
| This seclusion frightens me | |
| What happened to youthful armies, | |
| Manicured gardens, | |
| Proud role models? | |
| Now I sit | |
| Dependent zombie | |
| Longing for the physical | |
| One can' t destroy energy | |
| One can only transfer it | |
| What if I never acknowledged reality | |
| Could I avoid it? | |
| Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky | |
| Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell | |
| Grabbing air pockets to free yourself | |
| You trip on extra limbs | |
| And crumble in | |
| The dirt feels cold and soft | |
| Seems so foreign yet so welcoming | |
| You hear the | |
| Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there | |
| Get an internal perspective | |
| Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements | |
| You aren' t sure about getting up | |
| Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the | |
| Earth is | |
| The way to live for centuries | |
| Coffins float upside down like cumulus | |
| Knock and see who' s inside! | |
| You wonder how the doors don' t swing open | |
| Are they locked in? | |
| Should i release them? | |
| You leave footsteps of fire | |
| So no one can follow your tracks | |
| I should be trudging ahead but | |
| I just keep looking back | |
| You never told me that | |
| I would get so badly burnt | |
| I always freeze upon contact now | |
| So the flames don' t hurt | |
| Does controlling pain make it void | |
| If energy is transferred, not destroyed? | |
| I invite them to all join | |
| Forcing confusion through ballpoint | |
| Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cutouts? | |
| I still feel the strangulation throttling me out | |
| This is still not the way you want to end | |
| The leaves swing down to tuck you in | |
| This is where you won' t wake up again | |
| I hope you will | |
| I' m just not convinced | |
| You feel the mantle pulse | |
| The fissures throb | |
| The nucleus bellows | |
| You see those around you | |
| Who felt it all along | |
| Black eyes and superior senses | |
| Curious noses seem | |
| They seem apathetic | |
| Should they really care? | |
| They know they knew what we refuse to understand | |
| Prevention only goes so far | |
| Make way for the newborn | |
| There' s only so much carbon in the work | |
| Take a number | |
| You' ve had your time | |
| Get in line | |
| You must be this good to ride | |
| You leave footsteps of fire | |
| So no one can follow your tracks | |
| I should be trudging ahead but | |
| I just keep looking back | |
| You never warned me that | |
| I would get so badly burnt | |
| I always freeze upon contact now | |
| So the flames don' t hurt | |
| You must be this good to die |
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