"Schism" by TOOL

I know the pieces fit
cuz 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 see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit
cuz 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 the math enough to know the dangers of a 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 brothers.

And I KNOW the pieces fit