![]() ![]() "You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Till you will not want me any other way." Why don't you watch were you're stumbling? Why don't you watch were you're wandering? Suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine. "So I take what is mine, and hold what is mine. What you need is someone strong to use you What you need is someone strong to guide you.ĭeaf and blind and dumb and born to follow. They have definitely influenced me greatly.So here is a little tribute to the guys from Tool. They fuse their raw style of playing, smooth vocalization, and great songwriting into a completely new style of metal/rock. With their newest album, Ænima, and their first album, Undertow, and their EP, Opiate, I have gained some great music, great insights, and great lyrics/songwriting. You looked up at your sky then.This section of my page is going to be devoted to one of my favorite bands.Tool. It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on. Seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul!ĭamn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get anĪmen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus. Tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have The holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the And terror possesed me then.īegged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And theĪngel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of theĬarrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is Thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spacesīetwixt the air itself. The ground is breaking down right under me.Īnd the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.īut the truth has come to punish me instead. So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine, If you knock me down I'll come back running, Lay back and let me show you another way. It seems there's no other way out of this undertow. It's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed. It screams from deep beneath the endless water. It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away.īut I'm so comfortable.Too comfortable. ![]() Suggests and beckons all while swallowing. The currents mouth below me opens up around me. It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed When you're a stupid,dumb ass, beligerant fucker. This bog is thick and easy to get lost in Why don't you watch where you're stumbling? Why don't you watch where you're wandering? Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.īut my soul must be iron for my fear is naked. Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.īy making weapons out of my imperfections. You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild Īnd it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed. My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire. My will is eroded,Īnd my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly. Sometimes listed as Prison Sex (O.T.R.M.) My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon. I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.ĭo unto you now what has been done to me.Īnd only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind. ![]() It took so long to remember just what happened.īut I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma Submitted by maynard to t.d.n, feb 1995 01īut I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.Īnd I want to have faith to put away the dagger. ![]()
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