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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
mention this to me.
mention something, anything.. and watch the weather change. |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
"I, I don't have a whole lot of time. Um, OK, I'm a former employee of Area 51. I, I was let go on a medical discharge about a week ago and, and... [chokes] I've kind of been running across the country. Damn, I don't know where to start, they're, they're gonna, um, they'll triangulate on this position really soon.
OK, um, um, OK, what we're thinking of as, as aliens, they're extradimensional beings, that, an earlier precursor of the, um, space program they made contact with. They are not what they claim to be. Uh, they've infiltrated a, a lot of aspects of, of, of the military establishment, particularly the Area 51. The disasters that are coming, they, the military, I'm sorry, the government knows about them. And there's a lot of safe areas in this world that they could begin moving the population to now. They are not! They want those major population centers wiped out so that the few that are left will be more easily controllable." |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see. as below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. Black then white are all i see in my infancy. red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities. as below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend. over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come. I embrace my desire to I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral to swing on the spiral to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in. I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. Spiral out. Keep going. |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now. Embracing you, this reality here, This one, this form I hold now, so Wide eyed and hopeful. Wide eyed and hopefully wild. We barely remember what came before this precious moment, Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside... This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion. |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
We barely remember who or
what came before this precious moment, We are Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside... This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in... This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion. Alive This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in... This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion... Of what it means to be alive Swirling round with this familiar parable. Spinning, weaving round each new experience. Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing chance to be alive and breathing. This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal. all this pain is an illusion |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
I find that I can see a light at the end down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole. Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams. And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism I must crucify the ego before it's far too late I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away. before I pine away. before I pine away. before I pine away. So crucify the ego before it's far too late To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical And you will come to find that we are all one mind Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason. before I pine away. before I pine away. before I pine away. before I pine away. |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. 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 see to reach an end crippling our communication. I know the pieces fit cuz 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 smoldering, 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/brothers |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
Wear your grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate. Desperate to control all and everything. Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen. Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down. Justify denials and grip it to the lonesome end. Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down. Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum prison cell. Saturn ascends, choose one or ten. Hang on or be humbled again. Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down. Justify denials and grip it to the lonesome end. Saturn ascends, comes round again. Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done. Wear your grudge like a crown of negativity. Calculate what you will or will not tolerate. Desperate to control all and everything. Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen. Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control. Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper. Defining, confining, sinking deeper. Controlling, defining, and we're sinking deeper. Saturn comes back around to show you everything Let's you choose what you will not see and then Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again Spits you out like a child, light and innocent. Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child or Drags you down like a stone to Consume you till you choose to let this go. Choose to let this go. Give away the stone. Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated anchor. Give away the stone. Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold. Let go. |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on. Draining patience. drain vitality. this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old. But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here. But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here. I'm gonna wait it out If there were no rewards to reap, no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. I'm gonna wait it out If there were no desire to heal The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. I still may. And I still may. Be patient. I must keep reminding myself of this. If there were no rewards to reap, no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. And I still may. And I still may. And I still may. I'm gonna wait it out. I'm gonna wait it out. Gonna wait it out. Gonna wait it out. |
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from Tool - Lateralus (2001)
Suck and suck.
Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck. Workin up under my patience like a little tick. Fat little parasite. Suck me dry. My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards. You have turned my blood cold and bitter, beat my compassion black and blue. Hope this is what you wanted. Hope this is what you had in mind. Cuz this is what you're getting. I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this. I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this. Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. Taken all you can taken you can, we can take. Got nothing left to give to you. Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little tick Take what you want and then go. Suck me dry. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you had in mind? Is this what you wanted? Cuz this this is what you're getting. I hope, I hope, I hope you choke |
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from Tool - Opiate (2000)
Underneath her skin and jewelry,
hidden in her words and eyes is a wall that's cold and ugly and she's scared as hell. Trembling at the thought of feeling. Wide awake and keeping distance. Nothing seems to penetrate her. She's scared as hell. I am frightened too. Wide awake and keeping distance from my soul. I am scared like you. |
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from Tool - Opiate (2000)
Fuck You!
I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious. I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious. Things like.... "Fuck yourself, fuck yourself you piece of shit why don't you just kill yourself?!" I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious. I can't say what I want to, even if.. I'M JUST KIDDING! People tell me what to say, what to think , and what to play. I say... "Yeah well, go fuck yourself, fuck yourself you piece of shit. Why don't you go kill yourself?" I can't say what I want to, even if I'm not serious. I can't say what I want to, even if.. I'M JUST KIDDING! "Fuck yourself, fuck yourself, you piece of shit." People tell me what to say, what to think , and what to play. Just kidding. |
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from Tool - Opiate (2000)
* Used to be a bunch of assholes that lived in this part of the building, here...But we systematically removed them like you would any kind of termite or roach * **spoken prelude**
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong punishment was cure to those who dare to cross the line. But it must not be true for jerk-offs just like you. Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole. but I'm tired of waiting. Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong, punishment was cure for those who dare to cross the line. But it must not be true for jerk-offs just like you. and maybe it's just bullshit I should play god and shoot you myself. tired of waiting. Consequences dictate course of action and it doesn't matter what's right It's only wrong if you get caught. If consequences dictate my course of action i should I should play god and just shoot you myself. tired of waiting. (die now)? **confirmed, but is whispered in background.** shoot it kick it fuck it shoot you in your fucking head. **note: these are the lyrics sung on record. stage versions contain countless variations, and Maynard's original transcripts posted online are different again.** |
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from Tool - Opiate (2000)
Choices always were a problem for you
What you need is someone strong to guide you Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow What you need is someone strong to guide you... Like me Like me Like me Like me If you want to get your soul to heaven Trust in me, now don't you judge or question You are broken now, but faith can heal you Just do everything i tell you to do Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow What you need is someone strong to guide you Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow Let me lay my holy hand a, hand upon you My god's will Becomes me When he speaks He speaks through me He has needs Like i do We both want To rape you Jesus christ, why don't you come save my life, now Open my eyes, blind me with your light, now Jesus christ, why don't you come save my life, now Open my eyes, blind me with your light, now If you want to get your soul to heaven Trust in me, now don't you judge or question You are broken now, but faith can heal you Just do everything i tell you to do Jesus christ, why don't you come save my life, now Open my eyes, blind me with your light, now Jesus christ, why don't you come save my life, now Open my eyes, blind me with your light, now Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow Let me lay my holy hand a, hand upon you My god's will Becomes me When he speaks He speaks through me He has needs Like i do We both want To rape you! |
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from Tool - Opiate (2000)
I know you well.
you are a part of me. I know you better than I know myself. I know you best, better than anyone. I know you better than I know myself. You are a part of me. You are just a part of me, You are just a part of me, You are just a part of me, You are just a part of me. Give it up You don't speak. You don't judge. You can't leave. You can't hurt me. You're just here for me to use. I know you well. you are a part of me. I know you better than I know myself. I know you best, better than anyone. I know you better than I know myself. I know you well, better than one might think. I know you better than I know myself. I know you well. you are a part of me. I know you best, better than anyone. I know you well, you are a part of me. I know you best, better than one might think. It's time for you to make a sacrifice. It's time to die a little. Give it up. I know you best, better than anyone. I know you better than I know myself. A part of me. |
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from Tool - Opiate (2000)
I'm sweating,
and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter and the fisherman, and he's trying to remember when, but it makes him dizzy. Seems like I've been here before. Seems so familiar. Seems like I'm slipping into a dream within a dream. Must be the way you whisper. The sun is setting cool again. I'm the thinker and the fisherman and I'm trying to remember when but it makes me dizzy. and I'm sweating, and breathing, and staring and thinking and sinking deeper and it's almost like I'm swimming. Seems like I've been here before. Seems so familiar. Seems like I'm slipping into a dream within a dream. It's the way you whisper. It drags me under and takes me home. ..x2 |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. It's a Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cuz I sure could use a vacation from this Silly shit, stupid shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cuz I'm praying for rain And I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flush it all away. I wanna watch it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. suck it down. flush it down. |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teel?fel Salz Eine Messerspitze t?kisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teel?fel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertf?fzig Gramm gemahlene N?se Ein wenig extra Staubzucker ... und keine Eier In eine Sch?sel geben Butter einr?ren Gemahlene N?se zugeben und Den Teig verkneten Augenballgro? St?ke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker w?zen und Sagt die Zauberw?ter Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad f? f?fzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER Bei zweihundert Grad f? f?fzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier .. |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart. We'll miss him. No way to recall What it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. So loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing And so loud. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud and I Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin lie. Don't you step out of line. Don't you fuckin lie. You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified For your sins and your lies. [sic] Goodbye... |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
Shedding skin and
I've been picking Scabs again. I'm down Digging through My old muscles Looking for a clue. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own confused And insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over Or a word to guide me in. I wanna feel the changes coming down. I wanna know what I've been hiding in My shadow. Change is coming through my shadow. My shadow's shedding skin I've been picking My scabs again. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own chaotic And insecure delusions. I wanna feel the change consume me, Feel the outside turning in. I wanna feel the metamorphosis and Cleansing I've endured within My shadow Change is coming. Now is my time. Listen to my muscle memory. Contemplate what I've been clinging to. Forty-six and two ahead of me. I choose to live and to Grow, take and give and to Move, learn and love and to Cry, kill and die and to Be paranoid and to Lie, hate and fear and to Do what it takes to move through. I choose to live and to Lie, kill and give and to Die, learn and love and to Do what it takes to step through. See my shadow changing, Stretching up and over me. Soften this old armor. Hoping I can clear the way By stepping through my shadow, Coming out the other side. Step into the shadow. Forty six and two are just ahead of me. |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake Looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, But killing me just the same. The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. Considerately. Venomous voice, tempts me, Drains me, bleeds me, Leaves me cracked and empty. Drags me down like some sweet gravity. The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. I am too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, And considerately killing me. Without the skin, Beneath the storm, Under these tears The walls came down. And the snake is drowned and As I look in his eyes, My fear begins to fade Recalling all of those times. I could have cried then. I should have cried then. And as the walls come down and As I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade Recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's all right. I don't mind. I am too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, And considerately killing me. |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and New tattoos that claimed that he Was OGT, From '92, The first EP. And in between Sips of Coke He told me that He thought We were sellin' out, Layin' down, Suckin' up To the man. Well now I've got some A-dvice for you, little buddy. Before you point the finger You should know that I'm the man, And if I'm the man, Then you're the man, and He's the man as well so you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, And you bought one. So I've got some Advice for you, little buddy. Before you point your finger You should know that I'm the man, If I'm the fuckin' man Then you're the fuckin' man as well So you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, And you bought one. All you read and Wear or see and Hear on TV Is a product Begging for your Fatass dirty Dollar So...Shut up and Buy my new record Send more money Fuck you, buddy. |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
What was it like to see
The face of your own stability Suddenly look away Leaving you with the dead and hopeless? Eleven and she was gone. Eleven is when we waved good-bye. Eleven is standing still, Waiting for me to free him By coming home. Moving me with a sound. Opening me within a gesture. Drawing me down and in, Showing me where it all began, Eleven. It took so long to realize that You hold the light that's been leading me back home. Under a dead ohio sky, Eleven has been and will be waiting, Defending his light, And wondering... Where the hell have I been? Sleeping, lost, and numb. So glad that I have found you. I am wide awake and heading home. Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step by inch by loaded memory. I'll move to heal As soon as pain allows so we can Reunite and both move on together. Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step By inch by loaded memory 'till one and one are one, eleven, So glow, child, glow. I'm heading back home. |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
Figlio di puttana sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1)
Hm? You think you're cool right? Hm? Hm? When you kicked out people [out of] your house I tell you this one of three Americans die of cancer you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those. I [didn't too / don't have the] courage to kick your ass directly. Don't have enough courage for that I could you know. You know you're gonna have another accident? You know I'm involved with black magic? Fuck you. Die. Bastard. You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole. And if I ever see your fucking face around, In Europe or Italy, Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass. Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee. You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise. [Bang bang / Deep pain] No one does what you did to me. You wanna know something? Fuck you. I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard. Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2) I hope somebody in your family dies soon. Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3) (1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit? (2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch. (3) Die, piece of shit, and go sucking dicks on a plane! |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
I will choke until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me. What is this but my reflection? Who am I to judge and strike you down? But you're Pushing and shoving me. You still love me and you pushit on me. Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the fault line. Take care not to make me enter. 'cause if I do we both may disappear. But you're pushing me, Shoving me. Pushit on me. Slipping back into the gap again. I'm alive when you're touching me, Alive when you're shoving me down. But i'd trade it all For just a little bit of Piece of mind. Put me somewhere I don't wanna be. Seeing someplace I don't wanna see. Never wanna see that place again. Saw that gap again today As you were begging me to stay. Managed to push myself away, And you, as well. If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay, You minimize my movement anyway, I must persuade you another way. There's no love in fear. Staring down the hole again. Hands upon my back again. Survival is my only friend. Terrified of what may come. Just remember I will always love you, Even as I tear your fucking throat away. But it will end no other way. |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma. Boredom's not a burden Anyone should bear. Constant over stimu-lation numbs me and I wouldn't have It any other way. It's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I don't want it. I just need it. To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive. Finger deep within the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Relax, turn around and take my hand. I can help you change Tired moments into pleasure. Say the word and we'll be Well upon our way. Blend and balance Pain and comfort Deep within you Till you will not have me any other way. It's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I don't want it. I just need it. To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive. Knuckle deep inside the borderline. This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to. Relax. Slip away. Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. Desensitized to everything. What became of subtlety? How can it mean anything to me If I really don't feel anything at all? I'll keep digging till I feel something. Elbow deep inside the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Shoulder deep within the borderline. Relax. Turn around and take my hand. |
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from Tool - Aenima (1996)
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering. Grinning wide And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes. On my back and tumbling Down that hole and back again Rising up And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... A child's rhyme stuck in my head. It said that life is but a dream. I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along. "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much Came out to watch you play. Why are you running?" Shroud-ing all the ground around me Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow To pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble To see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, But the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons Singing one familiar song... "So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?" Prying open my third eye. So good to see you once again. I thought that you were hiding. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing the tail of dogma. I opened my eye and there we were. So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding from me. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. Prying open my third eye. |
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from Escape From L.A. (LA 탈출) [ost] (1996)
i'm sweating
and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper it's almost like i'm swimming the sun is burning hot again on the hunter and the fisherman and he's trying to remember when, but it makes him dizzy seems like i've been here before seems so familiar seems like i'm slipping into a dream within a dream must be the way you whisper the sun is setting cool again i'm the thinker and the fisherman and i'm trying to remember when but it makes me dizzy and i'm sweating and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper and it's almost like i'm swimming seems like i've been here before seems so familiar seems like i'm slipping into a dream within a dream it's the way you whisper it drags me under and takes me home |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
Get up and free yourself from yourself.
Locked up inside you, like the calm beneath castles, is a cavern of treasures that noone has been to. Let's go digging. Bring it out to take you back in. You won't do what you'd like to do. Lay back and let me show you another way. I'll kill what you want me to, take what's left and eat it. Take all or nothing. Life's just too short to push it away. Take it all. Take it all in. All the way in. Let it go. Let it go in. You won't feel what you'd like to feel. Lay back and let me show you another way. If you knock me down I'll come back running, knock you down, it won't be long now All the way in. All the way. Take it up higher. 4 degrees warmer. Give in now and let me in. You'll like this in Don't pull it out. It brings us closer than dying and cancer and crying. Come on . You can take it all. Just like that. |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
My compassion is broken now
my will is eroded now desire is broken now it makes me feel alive im on my knees and burnin' my piss and moans are the fuel that sets my head on fire so smell my soul burn im broken lookin' up to see the enemy and i have swallowed the poison you feed me but i survive on the poison you feed me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed and it makes me feel ugly on my knees and burnin' my piss and moans are the fuel that sets my head on fire im dead inside shit adds up, shit adds up, shit adds up, shit adds up at the bottom if i let you, you would make me destroy myself in order to survive you, i must first survive myself i can sink no further, and i cannot forgive you there's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you ive gone to great lenghts to expand my threshold of pain i will use my mistakes against you, there's no other choice im shameless now, im nameless now, im nothing now, im no one now but my soul must be iron 'cause my fear is naked im naked and fearless and my fear is naked dead inside, dead inside, dead inside nameless now, shameless now, nothing now, no one now shit adds up (x4) and you see me naked now fearless now, naked now (x2) shit adds up it leaves me dead inside (x4) hatred keeps me alive angriness keeps me alive weakness keeps me alive guilt keeps me alive at the bottom |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
You crawled away from me.
Slipped away from me. I tried to keep ahold, but there was nothing I could say. You slid and crept away and there was nothing I could say. So what you're trying to say is you don't wanna play. But what you want and what you need doesn't mean fuck to me. Because I can see your back is turning. If I could I'd stick the knife in. This is love. This is my love for you. Get up. Now. Say you won't go. |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ This is necessary. It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field , you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too. |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
Here comes the water.
All I knew and all I believed are crumbling images that no longer comfort me. I scramble to reach higher ground, some order and sanity, or something to comfort me. So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine, suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine. Soon the water will come and claim what is mine. I must leave it behind, and climb to a new place now. This ground is not the rock I thought it to be. Thought I was high, and free. I thought I was there divine destiny. I was wrong. This changes everything. The water is rising up on me. Thought the sun would come deliver me, but the truth has come to punish me instead. The ground is breaking down right under me. Cleanse and purge me in the water. |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
I don't want to be hostile.
I don't want to be dismal. But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either. See I want to believe you, and I want to trust and I want to have faith to put away the dagger. But you lie, cheat, and steal. And yet I tolerate you. Veil of virtue hung to hide your method while I smile and laugh and dance and sing your praise and glory. Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma as I smile and laugh and dance and sing your glory while you lie, cheat, and steal. How can I tolerate you. Our guilt,our blame , I've been far too sympathetic. Our blood, our fault. I've been far too sympathetic. I am not innocent. You are not innocent. No one is innocent. I will no longer tolerate you Even if I must go down beside you. Because, No one is innocent. |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then, you know it hurt me, but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise. I've got my hands bound, my head down , my eyes closed, and my throat wide open. Do unto others what has been done to you I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyre, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole. Do unto you now what has been done to me. You're breathing so I guess you're still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise. Won't you come just a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this. I need this to make me whole. There's release in this sodomy. For I am your witness that blood and flesh can be trusted. And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind. Got your hands bound, your head down, your eyes closed. You look so precious now. I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this shit blood and cum on my hands. I've come round full circle. My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon. You look so precious. |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler who upon the finger rests. Murder now the path called "must we" just before the son has come. Jesus, won't you fucking whistle something but the past and done? * Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start things over. Why can't we drink forever. I just want to start this over. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave, I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down. Mother Mary won't you whisper something but what's past and done. * Repeat I want what I want. |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
My warning meant nothing.
You're dancing in quicksand. Why don't you watch where you're wandering? Why don't you watch where you're stumbling? You're wading knee deep and going in. And you may never come back again. This bog is thick and easy to get lost in when you're a stupid,dumb ass, beligerant fucker. I hope it sucks you down. Wander in and wandering. Noone even invited you in. But still you stumble in stumbling. So suffocate or get out while you can. Oh yes, Noone told you to come. I hope it sucks you down. |
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from Tool - Undertow (1993)
gone under two times.
I've been struck dumb by a voice that speaks from deep beneath the cold black water. It's twice as clear as heaven, and twice as loud as reason. It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed and just as undisturbing. the currents mouth below me opens up around me. suggests and beckons all while swallowing. It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away. But I'm so comfortable...Too comfortable. shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up you're saturating me So how could I let this bring me back to my knees again again again under for the third time. I've been baptized by your voice. it screams from deep beneath the endless water. and it's half as high as heaven and half as clear as reason. it's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed. But I'm so comfortable. Far too comfortable. Why don't you kill me, I'm weak and numb and insignificant, and I'm back on my knees. lost in euphoria. I'm back down. I'm in the undertow. I'm helpless and awake in the undertow. I'll die within your undertow. It seems there's no other way out of this undertow. Euphoria. |