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MGMT - Metanoia lyrics

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Metanoia, reshaping the world 

It can teach you 

And reprogram you 

It can show you the flood 

That's trapped inside 

This one's alive 

The tail is breathing 

And she's listening 

Kill the serpent 

Divide, disperse and grow 

Into an oak 

A silver lining on a black scale 

Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode 

But where is the fourth? 

You can climb there 

To your lofty perch 

It can teach you the fairytale of hurt 



Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn 

I'm a child, I'm a lover being born 

Satchidananda 

Disregard the path I'm on 

You can justify the action, should you bless 

My ambition and my indecisiveness 

Satchidananda 

Let me know that you exist 

Watch me tremble as I'm answering the phone 

I am separate from everything you know 

Mystic referee I promise to return 

Once I've given up and lessons have been learned 

Satchidananda 

You can watch my fire burn 



We were talkin' junk right, 

Just before the show 

This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence 

He took one look at us, and he said: 



"Help me, 

Drummer, 

Ticket, 

Yeah!" 



We didn't play his favorite song, 

Now he'll never come to another show 



Hospitals and woods confirm 

Red in the eyes of everyone 

Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones 

Turned into jade and tiger's eye 

Save me some dark hair over a face like hers 

She'll help the rain come to a pour 

Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two 

Warm where they touch her porcelain 

Timid skin I'm careful to untie this road 

Wrapped in a knot indifferent 

Lion's foot unearthing all the things I've seen 

But never truly understood 

Rotten wood from oceans that were never green 

Crumbles beneath the canopy 

Secretly 



Let's pretend we never touched the sugar 



Tonight, under rose 

You won't find another wheel to roll 

When autumn winds appear 

We wear these fears on our right 

It just wants to be surreal 'cause 

All dressed in diamond image jeans 

Mercury's found in old field 

We miserable in love 

And chance we walked 

Right on in, into the streets of the city but 

Watching people disappear 

Without reaching out 

Years and years 

You're left by yourself 

On the wheel
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Language: English

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