birds slam into puddles
wings pouring in arsenals of disease
the stalemate of storms
says i'm sick with a cure
that looks like belief

celestial serial killers are too squeamish to kill
but mercy never knew that shadow of ours
intoxicated under the influence of flames
the bottle sits unopened; it's death that drops like rain

pangea is restrung
and odin's breath steals us
from our prison's pores
sedated in swarms
a market of fleas
claustrophobes and thieves

celestial serial killers are too squeamish to kill
but mercy never knew that shadow of ours
intoxicated under the influence of flames
the bottle sits unopened; it's death that drops like rain

and i'm eyed by the eyes that i'm eyeing with mine
am i born
the ephemeral song of your biblical wrongs
counts the strays

celestial serial killers are too squeamish to kill
but mercy never knew that shadow of ours
intoxicated under the influence of flames
the bottle sits unopened; it's death that drops like rain

much too drunk with the thinking
you're forgetful of blinking at the sun
now it's your loss that you're lost
as you cross hell's alleys where you left your cross

a brain washed and fried
it wrinkles and dries
a derelict sage grabs at the brain
and shoves it inside
a heart hacked and thawed
from the horrors it saw
a pretense pretends
there might be an end
to impulsive flaw

sweet monuments mourn what's
ensnared in every throat
we do our breathing til it gets too cold
elude the air that knocks on
these psychotropic doors
we keep on building til it gets too old
sweet monuments mourn what's
ensnared in every throat
we do our breathing til it gets too cold

the ruins of fallen kingdoms
they're waiting to break my fall
intent upon the instincts
content without them all

the hallway ends upon a ledge
the lights go on, cause life goes on
begin again

birds slam into puddles
wings pouring in arsenals of disease
the stalemate of storms
says i'm sick with a cure
that looks like belief

celestial serial killers are too squeamish to kill
but mercy never knew that shadow of ours
intoxicated under the influence of flames
the bottle sits unopened; it's death that drops like rain


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    General Commenti went to high school with Serj and the drummer. I'd talk to Serj every now and again. he's intelligent and talented beyond most people's perception. he's got this crazy vibe around him that draws people to him or scares the shit out of them. i'm really lucky i got to talk to him when i saw him. he's really down to earth and can talk about anything. he's a lot different when he takes drugs and drinks though. otherwise, he's really the smartest and most interesting person i met in school. i didn't get a chance to talk to lewis the drummer much because he was really quiet, but they're both such nice people.
    RossKon January 22, 2010   Link
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    My OpinionThese lyrics just blow me away. Absolute favorites. I have no idea what this song is about. I would've done a lot to meet this author.. he's one of my favorties.
    ProgXSXon January 18, 2010   Link
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    My OpinionOMG i didnt know anyone else listened to them. oh SERJ IS GOD. I sent them a myspace message when they were together and he replied!! I wanted them to come to Texas so I could touch his hair and steal him away. I want to write like him one day. The way he talks about history religion mythology psychology physics and plays with words at the same time is something I still cant believe. I think Im in love maybe.
    closedeyes0penedon January 18, 2010   Link
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    General Comment@ JJRock89: All of his songs are about going crazy on this album lol
    ProgXSXon January 22, 2010   Link

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