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Schism” is a song by TOOL;Tool. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 46 lines.

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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 fueled our fire then

Has burned a hole between us so

We cannot seem to reach an end

Crippling our communication

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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

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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

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Cold silence has

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A tendency to

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Atrophy any

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Sense of compassion

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Between supposed lovers

Between supposed lovers

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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

♪ ♪ ♪

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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 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 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 lovers 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 I know the pieces fit And I know the pieces fit
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