Lyrics The Argument - The Amenta

The Argument

(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