Revenge of the Dadaists
The Agonist Lyrics


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Sont-ils prisonniers? (French: Are they locked in?)
Devrais-je les libérer? (French: Should I release them?)

This seclusion frightens me

What happened to youthful armies,
Manicured gardens,
Proud role models?

Now I sit
Dependent zombie
Longing for the physical

One can't destroy energy
One can only transfer it
What if I never acknowledged reality
Could I avoid it?

Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky
Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell

Grabbing air pockets to free yourself
You trip on extra limbs
And crumble in

The dirt feels cold and soft
Seems so foreign yet so welcoming
You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there
Get an internal perspective
Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements

You aren't sure about getting up
Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the Earth is
The way to live for centuries
Coffins float upside down like cumulus

Knock and see who's inside!
You wonder how the doors don't swing open
Are they locked in?
Should i release them?

You leave footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your tracks
I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never told me that I would get so badly burnt
I always freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't hurt

Does controlling pain make it void
If energy is transferred, not destroyed?

I invite them to all join
Forcing confusion through ballpoint

Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs?
I still feel the strangulation throttling me out

This is still not the way you want to end
The leaves swing down to tuck you in
This is where you won't wake up again
I hope you will - I'm just not convinced

You feel the mantle pulse

The fissures throb
The nucleus bellows
You see those around you
Who felt it all along

Black eyes and superior senses
Curious noses seem
They seem apathetic

Should they really care?
They know they knew what we refuse to understand
Prevention only goes so far
Make way for the newborn

There's only so much carbon in the work
Take a number

You've had your time
Get in line
You must be this good to ride

You leave footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your tracks
I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back

You never warned me that I would get so badly burnt




I always freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't hurt

Overall Meaning

The Agonist's Revenge of the Dadaists is a song that speaks of seclusion, confusion, pain, and energy. The song begins with two French questions: "Are they locked in?" and "Should I release them?" It is unclear who is being referred to here, but it seems to indicate a certain imprisonment, whether physical or mental. The seclusion that is described in the first verse becomes a source of fear for the singer, who then asks what happened to youthful armies, manicured gardens, and proud role models. This seems to suggest a sense of disillusionment that surrounds the singer.


The second verse shifts to a more introspective view, as the singer contemplates the nature of reality and energy. While one cannot destroy energy, one can only transfer it, and the singer wonders if it would be possible to avoid reality if one never acknowledged it. The song then moves to a description of someone falling and feeling the dirt, which feels both foreign and welcoming. The lyrics seem to suggest a desire to merge with nature, to become one with the Earth and its elements. However, there is also a sense of uncertainty, as the singer wonders if they will wake up again.


The song ends with a sense of urgency and a call to action, urging listeners to "make way for the newborn" and "take a number". While the tone of the song is somewhat melancholic, it also carries a sense of hope and a belief in the power of energy and transformation.


Line by Line Meaning

Sont-ils prisonniers?
Am I trapped?


Devrais-je les libérer?
Should I free myself?


This seclusion frightens me
Being alone scares me


What happened to youthful armies, Manicured gardens, Proud role models?
What happened to ideals of youth, beauty, and respect?


Now I sit Dependent zombie Longing for the physical
I'm stuck and lonely, craving physical contact


One can't destroy energy One can only transfer it What if I never acknowledged reality Could I avoid it?
Energy cannot be destroyed, only transformed. What if I ignored reality, could I escape it?


Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow towards the sky Inverting gravity and plummeting angels to hell
Nature defies gravity, inverting our expectations


Grabbing air pockets to free yourself You trip on extra limbs And crumble in
Trying to escape, you only make things worse and fail


The dirt feels cold and soft Seems so foreign yet so welcoming You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment, laying there Get an internal perspective Molecule mix and flesh confuses with elements
The earth is both alien and comforting. From the ground, your perspective is distorted and you feel like part of the elements.


You aren't sure about getting up Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the Earth is The way to live for centuries Coffins float upside down like cumulus
You reconsider your desire to get up, wondering if it's better to merge with the earth. Coffins appear almost weightless.


Knock and see who's inside! You wonder how the doors don't swing open Are they locked in? Should i release them?
You're curious whether people are trapped and whether you should intervene.


You leave footsteps of fire So no one can follow your tracks I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back
You're passionate but hesitant, stuck looking behind you


You never told me that I would get so badly burnt I always freeze upon contact now So the flames don't hurt
You were unprepared for the emotional damage, now you're numb to it.


Does controlling pain make it void If energy is transferred, not destroyed?
Does avoiding pain erase it? If energy moves on, where does it go?


I invite them to all join Forcing confusion through ballpoint
You want others to join you in your confusion but don't know how to express it.


Did you forget the intentional dreaming and patriotic cut-outs? I still feel the strangulation throttling me out
Do you remember our idealistic dreams? I still feel suffocated by reality.


This is still not the way you want to end The leaves swing down to tuck you in This is where you won't wake up again I hope you will - I'm just not convinced
You're not ready to accept an ending. You're surrounded by symbols of death, but still unsure.


You feel the mantle pulse The fissures throb The nucleus bellows You see those around you Who felt it all along
You feel the earth moving and see those who were aware of it before you.


Black eyes and superior senses Curious noses seem They seem apathetic Should they really care? They know they knew what we refuse to understand Prevention only goes so far Make way for the newborn
Animals seem indifferent to our struggles. They knew what we didn't, but prevention isn't enough. The new generation will take over.


There's only so much carbon in the work Take a number You've had your time Get in line You must be this good to ride
There's only so much space for us, we must take turns. You've had your chance, now it's someone else's turn.


You leave footsteps of fire So no one can follow your tracks I should be trudging ahead but I just keep looking back You never warned me that I would get so badly burnt I always freeze upon contact now So the flames don't hurt
You burn with passion but are too afraid to go anywhere. You've been hurt before and don't want to burn again.




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