Tool:Schism

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering; fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lover's 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 can not see to reach an end, crippling our communication

I know the pieces fit, 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault; none to blame; that 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 has come 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 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 lovers

But 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
I know the pieces fit, and I know the pieces fit