The Receiving End of Sirens - Between The Heart And The Synapse lyrics
- Prologue
- Planning A Prison Break
- The Rival Cycle
- The Evidence
- The War of All Against All
- ...Then I Defy You, Stars
- Intermission
- This Armistice
- Broadcast Quality
- Flee The Factory
- Dead Men Tell No Tales
- Venona
- Epilogue
Prologue
(Instrumental)
Planning A Prison Break
Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby
He'll call on interim inequities
This is the last night in my body;
Assist in the escape
Warden's calling on a jailbreak, baby
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
Like a felon, he fell into scandals,
Scams, and master plans
To circumvent all circumstances
He thought to his throat,
"We can swallow this key and leave when we please"
Let's hope this stomach, stomach
Let's hope this stomach disagrees
Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby
He'll call on interim inequities
This is the last night in my body;
Assist in the escape
Warden's calling on a jailbreak, baby
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
"Make a clean getaway," he said,
With his hands outstretched
To nurse her neck
She lured him in with a masochistic kiss
And he wished he could be anywhere, be anywhere but here
Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby
He'll call on interim inequities
This is the last night in my body;
Assist in the escape
Warden's calling on a jailbreak, baby
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
Arm (he could be anywhere)
in arm we walk (but here, but here)
outside (he could be anywhere)
so that all we've done was not in vain. (but here, but here)
Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby
He'll call on interim inequities
This is the last night in my body;
So assist in the escape
Warden's calling on a jailbreak, baby
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
He'll fly like only a jailbird could
Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby (Somehow,)
He'll call on interim inequities (for now,)
This is the last night in my body; (this skin will have to do.)
So assist in the escape
Warden's calling on a jailbreak, baby (Somehow,)
He'll fly like only a jailbird could (for now,)
He'll fly like only a jailbird could (this skin will have to do.)
This is the last night in my body, yeah.
[repeat till end]
The Rival Cycle
Alongside all hearts as they finish with backdrop cities
And as jagged teeth digging deeper
Ripping new wounds for former scars
Stricken with insomnia
Sickened lungs insist on heavy breathing
And the conductor is conducting, (conductor is conducting)
Electrical time signatures
And I fall into rhythm (I fall into rhythm)
And my life is a rhythm
And my feet will improvise;
(My feet off beat, my feet off beat)
As I sputter at the knee like a leaking faucet
You'll be undercover, under covers, (Concrete coated gazes in hot pursuit of self-made mazes)
Sleeping with the enemy (Talking circles around each other, deserting halos to be)
This is what we like to call (Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
internal espionage
On the search for girls
Stricken with insomnia
With milk-carton father figures
My veins are pulsing
Free-form jazz
To peninsula extremities
My fingertips tap
Polyrhythms like nervous fragments from a nervous mouth
And these words set the cadence
To the crude interpretation of scripts and codes
Breeding pixels without homes-
Reside in my mind; Resonate in my eyes
So affect this love affliction.
Leave the injured overturned;
Fight for breath with flailing arms,
In vain, to float the bane.
Tentative tastes for those less interesting
Leave the injured overturned.
Fight for breath with flailing arms,
In vain, to float the bane.
The Evidence
It's the consequence of privileged information.
You can run, you can hide,
But light will find a way
And wither away
Haunted and haunting, we all are followed
By shadows from martyrs and mercenaries
Diseased by information
Plagued by what we know.
Burn the evidence; It's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
[x2]
Down the empty corridor to the coroner
It's clear, you've got what they want, and they'll find you
Haunted and haunting, we are followed by shadows
Plagued by what we know
Burn the evidence; It's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
[x2]
It's just a matter of time before they find, find out.
It's just a matter of time, young man.
[x4]
(Her fingers, like spiders
Spun a web my body couldn't shed)
[x2]
Burn the evidence; It's enough to make a case
It's enough to incriminate
[x2]
It's just a matter of time before they find, find out.
It's just a matter of time, young man.
The War of All Against All
Look alive, gentlemen
Or fake your deaths; your wounds undressed beneath your costumes.
Some are so well rehearsed
For hearses it hurts, always the first to wave the white flag
And barricade themselves
In false pretenses, fox holed in trenches.
Forged casualties with casual pleas,
Dying to please the enemy
We die to stay alive, we kill to survive
We are the core of corpses,
We are up in arms and armed
Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
Push on, plod on, these legs like pistons pumping forward motion.
Convalescent men in uniform.
We have fallen to friendly fire, shrapnel freckles our spine.
Still our feet fall one by one.
We are the core of corpses,
We are up in arms and armed
Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
We were led to lead lovers, while marching to the beat.
We were led to lead lovers, we kissed so well.
The cannon's calling our name,
I hear her singing to me
In morse code,
"This is our revolution!
To arms! To arms!
This is a revolution!"
We are the core of corpses,
We are up in arms and armed.
...Then I Defy You, Stars
The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping.
A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins.
They're all perfect models of imperfection,
With marrow made of cellophane.
Strap on your ballroom best.
Breathe in and don't exhale.
Oh, Juliet! Oh, Juliet! Deny your name, your father.
Rearrange the cells that form my skin.
See them through kaleidoscope eyes.
Because everybody feigns sometimes.
Blur your eyes,
Romeo.
Bend the lines,
Romeo.
Do you like what you see?
Oh, Romeo
Where art thou?
I've dressed up this canvas skin; Painted something colorful just for you.
Self-inflicted surgery is now routine.
It erases all traces of faces we have all known; We have all owned.
Stretch me over this two-by-four skeleton.
Intermission
(Instrumental)
This Armistice
Your gross fabrication of pretense could bore,
Yet still I fall victim to syntax omitted,
Just shy of something I could understand
So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs
Playing their most convincing tunes
As they serenade to the parade of paid-off parts
And now the only thing left to discuss is
The details of this armistice
We've come to this agreement...
Check my vitals
The truth is vile, but vital to this cause
I've been held hostage;
A captive of this passive shell
Give me gravity, give me clarity,
Give me something to rely on
We're all puppets (Tell me who's pulling the strings)
We're all marionettes
We're all puppets (Tell me who's that you move for)
We're all marionettes
These body parts are parts of plans,
Passed by my hands
My hands shake through handshakes,
Forsaken by my limbs
My limbs sing the hymns;
The hymns of a tyrant in a crumbling pantheon
As inhabitants will raise their fists and bid him to disarm
Check my vitals
The truth is vile, but vital to this cause
I've been held hostage;
A captive of this passive shell
Give me gravity, give me clarity,
Give me something to rely on
We're all puppets (Tell me who's pulling the strings)
We're all marionettes
We're all puppets (Tell me who's that you move for)
We're all marionettes
[x2]
And now the only thing left to discuss is
The details of this armistice
We've come to this agreement...
Oh, how I've been teething (Tell me who's pulling the strings)
In light of your misleading
You've caused this collapse (Tell me who's that you move for)
Between the heart and the synapse
[x2]
[Previous stanza continues in the background]
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes
[x2]
[Whispered]
...The strings and joints will join us together...
The strings and joints will join us
The strings and joints will join us together...
Broadcast Quality
How'd you know to find me here?
Tipped off you tiptoed to the tune of tapped wires and insider information.
This manifested destiny you think you can bestow on me,
An epidemic with allure that brings intrigue to the dullest minds.
"Fix your broken eyes on me," she said
As she draped her arms around my head.
But her wrist felt just like rope
Like rope as they grazed my neck,
And her fingers, like spiders,
spun a web my body couldn't shed.
And on the eve of battle I'll lay these arms to rest.
Have my subordinate coordinates finally turned themselves in?
Transmitted, encoded, but encryptions have eroded.
Now my whereabouts are living in the airwaves thanks to me.
As their signal tested broadcast quality.
Her fingers, like spiders,
spun a web my body couldn't shed.
Flee The Factory
One hoped they'd break the patent when they die cast me in stride.
Just a simple steel specimen, truly empty down inside.
With copper-core wound veins, a pumping cold hydraulic heart,
Bellows cycle air on rhythms, rhythms fixed within my code.
[Chorus:]
It's easier to bow than keep these knees locked tight
Like the rivets in my skin.
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell,
With scars from shaping.
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell,
With scars from breaking shell.
My insides grind their gears.
Abrasive churning, I'm so conductive.
It's always been a task with such low impedance.
My tendons tend to rust with time while wires misplace their currents
So I will flee the factory, and pray you to dismantle me.
[Chorus]
Someone find my maker; I'm coming apart at the seams.
I'll cauterize myself back together again.
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell
Dead Men Tell No Tales
I'll be the salt that resides from the water that drains from your eyes;
The sting that burns your open wounds.
I'll flood the ground. I swear on your grave, I'll bury this town,
But not for me, no never for me.
No not for me, no never.
We have tested the buoyancy of loyalty.
You left our lungs for canteens.
You left our ankles for anchors.
We thought your arms were tied behind your back,
But elastic bands tied your hands.
You swim with reckless abandon.
Abandon ship! Mayday!
Swim toward shore!
Our captain is overboard!
He punctured holes in the floorboards
To flood the bow just in time to bow out.
Abandon ship!
Swim toward shore! (Swim toward shore.)
He's over bored and overboard.
But in the wake, we man our own driftwood orphanage,
A second-hand sailor's fleet to flee.
But in the wake, we man our own driftwood orphanage.
Captain is over bored and overboard.
Captain (captain) is calling.
And there's nothing you can do when water ruins the maps we drew.
Mayday! (Mayday!) Mayday!
Save us from this drowning vessel!
Venona
Men are waiting patiently;
Remove me from the scene,
A sea of faceless souls in suits.
A sight for eyes, like thumbs;
Sore, crooked, and bow and foul relief.
You! Have!
You have been exposed.
Your eyes speak well of you.
They play my requiem
to a closed-casket burial.
Your conspiracy;
Conspiring to deliver me to the authorities.
I have been betrayed so graciously.
My bloodhounds are hooked on a trail of ink
Which led me to the words you scribbled down;
{An} obituary dedicated to me.
{I} might as well be blind with isolated eyes like mine.
Your fingers are star-crossed lovers that can't seem to get enough of each other.
This pantomime dialect doesn't practice what you preach,
doesn't practice what you preach.
Epilogue
This is the last night in my body, yeah.
(Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do.)
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Oh, how I've been teething
In light of your misleading
You've caused this collapse
Between the heart and the synapse
Tell me who's pulling the strings
Tell me who's that you move for
We're all puppets
We're all marionettes