Tool – Schism

I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot seem to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn’t mean I don’t desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing.
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence
has a tendency
to atrophy any
sense of compassion
between supposed lovers,
between supposed brothers.

I know the pieces fit [8x]

Tool - Schism

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Raskol

Znam da se kockice uklapaju jer sam ih video kako ispadaju.
Plesnive i tinjave. Suštinske razlike.
Časne namere, suprotstavljene, duše dvoje ljubavnika pokrenuće
Raspadajući se dok testiraju naše komunikacije
Vatrica koja je nekada održavala našu vatru, progorela je rupu među nama, tako da sada
Nekako nismo u stanju da prestanemo da svoje komunikacije sakatimo.

Znam da se kockice uklapaju jer sam ih video kako se ruše.
Nema krivice, niko nije kriv, to ne znači da ja ne želim da
Upirem prstom, krivim onog drugog, da vidim kako ruši se taj hram.
Da bi se kockice ponovo sklopile, komunikacija ponovo uspostavila.

Poezija koja prati međusobne obračune,
I to zaokruživanje, toga vredno je.
Pronalaženje lepote u disonanci.

Nekada su te kockice bile sklopljene, ali ja sam ih video kako ispadaju.
Plesnive i tinjave, ugušene našim žudnjama
Sabrao sam dva i dva, dovoljno da mi bude jasno koliko su naše crne slutnje opasne.
Osuđeni smo na propast ako ne rastemo i ne učvršćujemo naše komunikacije.

Hladna tišina
ima tendenciju da
dovede do atrofije bilo kakvog
osećaja sažaljenja
među dvoje ljudi koji bi trebalo da su ljubavnici
među dvoje ljudi koji bi trebalo da su braća.

Ja znam da se kockice uklapaju [8x]

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