We Could Have Flown Like Pollen - ThouShaltNot

Somewhere between the ball and the chain

The resonance of an earlier pain

Begs to feel the angry wind and the rain

And don’t you even care?

Somewhere between the mad and the sane

The mind gives in to directionless strain

With the way our thoughts begin to wane

Away from all the splendor they could bear

Somewhere between the separate planes

Our decadence magnifies the stain

Leaving me naked to remain

And don’t you feel the air?

Somewhere between the hand and the brain

Our dissonant steps fail to contain

They burden us with the heart of the slain

And now in this inaction, we’re ensnared

Somewhere between the heart and the vein

«Revolt» becomes the blood’s refrain

To meld our bones to the earth again

To bring about yesteryear

Somewhere between the cruel and humane

As we fell on the path to an Earth so mundane

The clock turned as we tried to maintain

All the things that keep us alive, but they weren’t there

We could have flown like pollen

Higher than the moon can see

But now we’re sitting all alone in the world

Trying to write ourselves into history

We are half-destroyed and paranoid

And fearing what might be

Lost unto a forlorn hope

And made up in mystery

See the way we fell astray

Dead until our dying day

Hold my hand and we will pray

For all in disrepair

Do you fear what lies in store?

Do you cry like you did before?

Is there trust left anymore?

Or shall we spend forever unaware?

We could have flown like pollen

Higher than the moon can see

But now we’re sitting all alone in the world

Trying to write ourselves into history

We are half-destroyed and paranoid

And fearing what might be

Lost unto a forlorn hope

And made up in mystery

Traces of our footprints through the mud

Lilacs folding back into their bud

We can climb a hill where time is free

And from atop there we can fly like pollen higher than the moon can see

But now we’re sitting all alone in the world

Trying to write ourselves into history

We are half-destroyed and paranoid

And fearing what might be

Lost unto a forlorn hope

And made up in mystery