#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 lovers

I know the pieces fit

'Cause I watched them fall away.

Mildewed and smouldering,

Fundamental differing.

Pure intention juxtaposed

Will set two lovers' souls in motion

Disintegrating as it goes

Testing our communication.

The light that feuled our fire then

Has a burned a hole between us so

We cannot see 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 smouldering,

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 brothers,

Between supposed lovers.

I know the pieces fit

I know the pieces fit

I know the pieces fit

I know the pieces fit

I know the pieces fit

I know the pieces fit