Smiley Gatmouth - Dichotomy lyrics

Reality is gone again be cautious when you're swallowing the toxins In a way that makes your lungs believe it's oxygen It's unhealthy, I know because they tell me, I get lost within The fog, but when I'm wandering God never felt so heavy Exhale, what's a cross to a christ? I think as my smoke gets lost in the night I watch a moth that thought he was right Flock towards the light, drop from his height Even hindsight gets lost with its life It's quite a fine line between rotten and ripe When each day's the same thing, the pain that each day brings Won't go away, but it may fade into a faint sting No matter how much change collection plates may bring Soldiers start marching in when the proud saints sing Painting on an angel face, collecting feathers, made wings Idolized 'til praying hands became the devil's playthings And I'll probably die in this dichotomy, uh And I'll probably die in this dichotomy, uh And I'll probably die in this dichotomy, uh And I'll probably die… It seems strange the way the scenes change while repeating Replay, cliches disguised before a greenscreen If there's no end, then the mean seems suspiciously Dependent on the missing slash fictitious bits of history Ideas like divinity, religiously were underscored Resources were the forces that had both begun and won the war So whats the score? Far as I can tell, same as it was before Suffer for, more forbidden fruit but rarely touch the core Coming up, from the floor, ? taken from the poor Exporting it with disproportionate rewards and nothing more I wonder what the money's for, what everybody's running for If I would love my muscles more, comfortably numb or sore But this is just the business, counterfeiting twisted smiles Optimistic, bound to fit in if I live in single file Children growing cynical within a vicious cycle Feeling like what's worst in life is critical to his survival And I'll probably die in this dichotomy, uh And I'll probably die in this dichotomy, uh And I'll probably die in this dichotomy, uh And I'll probably die… Those most viciously afflicted with the sickness are the symptomless The most prolific vivid vision's typically the simplest It's amazing what you see when you bother to look Dividends of fishermen got caught in the hook Of his line, while his mind got lost in a book Now he's lost in his lines, lawfully rob from the crook I guess he saw his time was borrowed, only so long you can follow Only so many fine wines that you could swallow My intent instead is to reject what uncle Simon says My defiant rhyming dialect is just a side effect People walk around like walking dead more than a minor threat How you gonna k** a talking head when you can't find a neck? I suggest that you protect your mind instead, 'cause mindless men Think that they're the brightest 'cause the lightswitch in the lion's den They've kind of been confined within is on so high it blinded them Moths go flying towards those kinds of lights and then they die in them