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     Tool has always been recognized for their complex lyrics, and "Schism" is no exception. Riddled with tricky metaphors and sybolism, their songs are always a pleasure to analyze. The song begins with "I know the pieces fit, 'Cause I watched them fall away, Mildewed and smouldering", which uses effective diction to create imagery in the reader's head. The lines "...I watched them fall away, Mildewed and smouldering" creates the image of smouldering metaphorical 'pieces' falling away, setting a rather grim, macabre tone. The line "finding beauty in the dissonance" is ironic because generally one wouldn't consider dissonance, the conflict lack of harmony, to be something beautiful. "There was a time that the pieces fit, But I watched them fall away" is symbolism for how humanity once used to be connected and harmonious, but now in the modern world people lose touch with their humanity and the speaker has become aware of these changes. "Between supposed brothers, Between supposed lovers" is a parallel structure by because "between supposed" is used at the beginning of both lines. Lastly, "I know the pieces fit" is repeated eight times at the end of the poem, which is a fine example of repitition. Thanks to these final lines, we are aware that the pieces fit. Yet another musical masterpiece beautifully constructed and executed  by the musical geniuses known as Tool.

Schism

by Tool

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 feuled our fire then
Has a burned a hole between us so
We cannot see 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 brothers
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
I know the pieces fit