THE INCUBUS LYRICS
MAKE YOURSELF CD LYRICS
Privilege
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere,
maybe if we looked hard enough,
we could find a backdoor. (Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line,
dragging your feet you have my sympathy.
The day you were born,
you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
doesn't have a clue why he's waiting,
or what he's waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart
I could find a backdoor. (Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line,
dragging your feet you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Nowhere Fast
Will I ever get to where I'm going?
Will I ever follow through with what I had planned.
I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted
and the directions for me are a lot less in demand.
Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I am there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care?
I would. I take a look around;
it's evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved upon the past.
Then there are times when I can't seem to understand at all
and yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere...
really fucking fast.
Consequence
Blink and you miss a beat.
Keep one of your eyes open at all times.
Think that you're on the brink?
The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan.
Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes.
Situation has a stink.
Better clear the air before your son becomes a man.
Blink. Everything's been augmented,
you've been left so far behind.
Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes
in the back of your head.
Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind.
Situation baffles me.
I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead.
You better think fast!
Cause' you never know what's comin' around the bend.
You better not blink!
For Consequence is a bigger word than you think.
It's bigger than you or me.
The Warmth
I'd like to close my eyes
and go numb but there's a cold wind coming
from the top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze cause' it blows hard.
Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know,
watch the warmth blow away.
Do you think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier?
And leave in my wake a trail of fear(?)
Or should I hold my head up high
and throw a wrench and spokes by leaving the air behind me clear?
Don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came
and while you're alive
experience the warmth
before you grow old.
When it Comes
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
When it comes, it comes abrupt.
When it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for real.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
and not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.
Just when you thought it was safe to think,
in comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying
cause' what I want and what I need,
is and will always be free.
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again.
When it comes, it comes unannounced.
And it feels like a matador is taunting me
with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
and not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me no more...
cause' now I'm full.
Just when you thought it was safe
to think in comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying,
cause' what I want and what I need
is and will always be free.
Stellar
Meet me in outer space.
We could spend the night;
watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place;
won't you come with me? WE could start again.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close,
if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place,
it might be the only way
that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
You are stellar.
Make Yourself
If I hadn't made me,
I would've been made somehow.
If I hadn't assembled myself,
I'dve fallen apart by now.
If I hadn't made me,
I'd be more inclined to bow.
Powers that be would have swallowed me up,
but that's more than I can allow.
If you let them make you,
they'll make you papier-mache.
At a distance you're strong,
until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away.
If you let them fuck you,
there will be no foreplay.
But rest assured,
they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and grey.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live,
why not try and Make Yourself?
If I hadn't made me,
I'dve fallen apart by now.
I won't let em' make me,
it's more than I can allow.
So when I make me,
I won't be papier-mache.
And if I fuck me...
I'll fuck me in my own way.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live,
why not try and Make Yourself?
Make Yourself.
Drive
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask myself
how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before,
and it seems to have a vague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find
that I should be the one behind the wheel.
Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be
one of the hive will I choose water over wine
and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find
that when I drive myself my light is found.
So whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
Yeh. Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine....
hold the wheel and drive?
Clean
Today, everything was fine.
Until roundabout,
quarter to nine,
I suddenly found myself in a bind.
Was it something I said?
Something I read and manifested that's getting you down.
Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in you eye,
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.
Say what you will,
say what you mean.
You could never offend,
your dirty words come out clean.
Tomorrow, what price will I pay?
Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed?
Would you then gimme the time of day?
I need a map of your head,
translated into English so I can learn to not make you frown.
You'd feel better if you'd vent,
put your frustrations into four letter words and let them out on mine,
the most weathered ears in town.
Say what you will,
say what you mean.
You could never offend,
your dirty words come out clean.
I Miss You
To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you.(?)
I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
Pardon Me
A decade ago,
I never thought I would be,
at twenty three,
on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear,
I need you to see that
I have had all I can take and exploding
seems like a definite possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago,
I was having a look in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy,
and the perils of being in 3-D...
and thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same.
Out From Under
To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling.
There is a fist pressing against
anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit we're taught to deny,
and our soul we're told is for selling.
Get out from under them resist and multiply!
Get out from under precipice and see the sky!
Get out from under them Resist, unlearn, defy!
Get out from under precipice and see the sky!
SCIENCE LYRICS OF INCUBUS CD
Redefine
Imagine your brain as a
canister filled with ink
yeah, now think of your body
as the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two; KAPOW!
What are you now?
You're the human magic marker, won't you
please surprise my eyes?
It's in your nature,
you can paint whatever picture
you like no matter what
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
by painting myriads of pictures
with the colors of one
I'm sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
would, in the blink of an eye,
manifest and become illustrated
You'd be sure man that every
line drawn reflected a life that you loved
not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture,
now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
before the picture we painted
chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Redefine
Vitamin
I'm born
I'm alive
I breathe
In a moment or two I realize,
that the sphere upon which I reside,
is asleep on its feet.
should I go back to sleep?
We orbit the sun
I grow up
my open eyes see...
A zombified, somnambulist society.
Leaving us as vitamins
for the hibernating human animal.
Do you see what I mean?
You stare at me like a vitamin
On the surface you hate,
but you know you need me.
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow truth
all the more easily.
And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in,
in fact I'd rather die before I will comply.
To you, my friend,
I write the reason I still live,
'cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give
Coming closer to another 2000 years
you and I will pry
the closed eye of the sleep machine
New Skin
At first I see an open wound
infected and disastrous
It breathes chaotic catastrophe
it cries to be renewed
Its tears are the color of anger,
they dry to form a scab
To the touch, its stiff and resilient,
underneath, the new skin breathes
As outwardly cliche as it may seem,
yes, something under the surface says,
"C'est la vie"
It is a circle, there is a plan
dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Look closely at the open wound
see past what covers the surface
Underneath chaotic catastrophe,
creation takes stage.
Its all been saved
with exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
Its all been seen with exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?
Fallacious cognitions
spewed from televisions
do mold our decisions.
So stop and take a look,
and you'll see what I see now
Idiot Box
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches,
you can't make me think like you, mundane.
I've got a message for all those who think that
they can etch his words inside my brain
T.V., what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
What's the use of autonomy
when a button does it all?
So listen up,
glisten up closely all,
who've seen the fuckin eye ache too.
It's time to step away from cable train
And when we finally see the subtle light,
this quirk in evolution will begin
to let us live and recreate
T.V., what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
Whats the use of autonomy
when a button does it all?
T.V., what should I see?
Tell me who should I be?
Lets do our mom a favor and drop
a new god off a wall.
Let me see past the fatuous knocks.
I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box!
Let you see past the feathers and flocks,
and help me plant a bomb in this idiot box!
From the depths of the sea
to the tops of the trees
to the seat of a lazy boy...
staring at a silver screen!!
Glass
If I had a dime for every time you walked away,
I could afford to not give a shit
and buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty,
yeh, and mine are times two
So why not make an about-face,
and accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you font try,
try to see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's binder on your eyes.
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains
your eyes?!
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
your true ingredients trapped inside.
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you,
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
Oh, if only it could be different
we could uncover the you, you deny.
Between two, a small discrepancy,
one complicates and one simplifies.
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away,
you could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today
A Certain Shade of Green
A certain shade of green,
tell me, is that what you need?
All signs around say move ahead.
Could someone please explain to me your ever present
lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes?
Or do crutches cloud your day?
My sources say the road is clear,
and street signs guide my way.
Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation
signed, "Choose now or lose it all,"
sedate your hesitation?
Or inflame and make you stall?
You've been raised in limitation,
but that glove never fit quite right.
The time has come for hand-me-downs,
choose anew, please evolve,
take flight
What are you waiting for?
A written invitation?
A public declaration?
A private consolation?
Favorite Things
I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty,
and I know everything you hate in me.
Fill me up with over-pious badgerings,
to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things.
Remember all the lessons fed to me?
Me the young sponge, so ready to agree.
Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead,
now aware that I'm alive and way ahead.
Too bad the things that make you mad
are my favorite things.
And I'm so happy.
I see you looking, I know that you're thinking
that I'll never go anywhere.
The things that I've done and the things
that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care.
Summer Romance
I'm home alone tonight.
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight.
I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly
possible...with you.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone.
I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
When we get there, we're gonna go far away.
Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.
For years, I kept to myself.
Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf.
Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy,
and we'll be there.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone.
I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free
Nebula
Disconnect and let me drift,
until my upside down is right side in.
Society must let the artist go,
to wander off into the nebula.
Upon return, I conjure what was seen.
I let it pulse and boil within my limbs.
I lay my pencil to the porous page,
and let my lunatic indulge itself.
Wander off into your nebula, see your nectarine of
multiplicity cum like orgasmatron
on overdrive!
Wander in off to your nebula, your tangerine of
electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize!
Do you enjoy your sight inside?
In little, black book do I confide!
Deep Inside
It's 3 o'clock,
and we ask ourselves,
"Where are we now?"
It seems we've wondered out of bounds again!
(Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
things that are stored
deep inside of our brains!)
I'm on my own and I can't see straight!
Am I so stoned that I can't see straight?
Man, I've got to find my way back home,
but I'm too deep inside
It's 4 o'clock,
and we ask ourselves,
"Where did I go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago!"
Over and over, we ask ourselves why
don't we utilize things
that are stored deep inside of our brains!
I'm on my own and I can't see straight?
Am I sooo stoned that I can't see straight?
It's 5 o'clock,
and we ask ourselves,
"We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!"
I'm way too deep inside to go home...
I've got to get sane!
Calgone
On my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of gas.
Triple-A' came, but my card was expired!
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted!
They put cold things in my butt.
They sampled a bit of my D.N.A.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
This day sucked the hardest ever...
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
A little bit less than nothing would go my way.
I got up to toss my soiled sheets,
the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe.
It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me),
then I heard the voice say,
"Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!"
I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess I'm the culprit for running out of gas.
Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his 'Triple-A' fee.
In actuality, I let the zetas probe me.
Yesterday was all my fault.
I let negativity get the better of me.
Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds!
They temporarily set free this quandary
ENJOY INCUBUS CD LYRICS
You Will be a Hot Dancer
Damn, this situation's new to me, why?
I see a head afraid to be himself,
I bet he'd to have a little
encouragement from the opposite,
come that side of the floor...Yes!
Egg him along, make him feel at ease with himself,
steal his clothes, leave him his shoes,
let's get this marmaduke naked!
Makehim feel at ease,
let's get this maraduke naked
so lose your head and go to pieces...
Don't you make fun of me...
don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonna be,
I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Oohh... now that the basics are down,
converse amongst yourselves.
But, keep an eye out for the next complication.
In other words,
grab the next motherfucker marmaduke,
who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations.
I can't wait until the syllables bend.
Let's get this marmaduke naked,
let's get this marmaduke naked...
so lose your head and go to pieces!
Don't you make fun of me...
don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be,
gonna be,
I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Shaft
Who am I?
I am I.
Who are you?
You are me!
Why can't I get it straight?
No!
Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you,
we can't let you go.
Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft!
I'll get a new one, then!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around,
I tell myself I live again!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around, I tell myself I live again!
Why can't I get it straight?
No!
Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you,
we can't let you go.
Up until this day;
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
Up untile this day;
I look around, I tell myself I live again!
Shaft...
where's Lorena when we need her?
Take Me to Your Leader
What if your brain,
unexpectedly and suddenly,
picked out things to flip around
and view a lot differently?
What if blue sky,
all of a sudden turned a purple hue?
We would shit a brick the size of all of it...
what if?
What if I was just daydreaming?
What if I lived in a pear?
What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day?
You can bet your dollar I'd be happy!
I forgot to remember;
I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader
or die by the fly guy!
What if mothballs,
hangin' around too close to microwaves
suddenly woke up and said,
"Take me to your leader
or die by fly guy!
He'll push ya' out,
no wings attached!"
Just do as I say, no mistake,
he'll blow away.
What if I was daydreaming?
What if I lived in a pear?
What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber
tied to my leg and I
did not want my pants to get dirty?
What if this, what if that?!
Go! I forgot to remember;
I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader
or die by the fly guy!
I forgot to remember my...PAIN!
My pain!
Forgot to inject my...cocaine!
Forgot to apply my...rogaine!
Forgot to remember...my pain!
I never think, I never thought,
oh maybe I'm insane!
I think I like being
way the fuck out of my brain!
I forgot to remember;
I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader
or die by the fly guy!
Version
We could live in a house outside of town,
we could build our own version of society,
well...there'd be no one to answer to
and complicate our lives,
we could be
the epitome of self sufficience.
Time to pay! To pay!
Time to pay; you've got to pay me!
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Why should we carry on your false integrity?
When you've shown us that you
can't even keep your nest clean.
So far we've put finacial gain
ahead of human needs,
quality of our lives should be prioritized.
Time to pay! To pay!
Time to pay; you've got to pay me!
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Modify your version so we can carry on.
To carry on.
To be conclusive,
I'd like to say,
you've done a super-fine job with your display.
I see now that you cannot comprehend
what it means to respect your life and then some!
To be rich, that would be great.
No, but it doesn't mean POO-POO without your nest!
So why should I pay for your misake, man?
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Modify your version so we can carry on.
To carry on.
Azwethinkweiz
Floatin' round my brain,
tryin' to think about the other thing.
Than that thought you know I'm considering.
What if what I thought,
about who I think I though I was,
was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering?
Azwethinkweizm is hard to think about,
but simple to trust.
You'll know your on it
when your brain won't stop to take a break, no!
So when donut boy comes askin' around,
tryin' to figure out somethin' new,
you just smile and say,
"Pardon you! I'm sitting through
some particles and farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a brain fart
which melts away your molds!"
So I think upon that ponder
while I'm pondering the thought,
just thinkin' about the thinkweiz
is leaving me distraught!
Well I think I thought
I saw an Azwethinkweiz,
Lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
Some think I'm insane,
'cause I think about the other thing,
than that one thought you call reality.
What if what you thought,
about who you think you thought you were,
was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling!
Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust.
It's just to bad it makes your
head go zippitykrack @#$% dang!
So when donut boy comes sniffing around
trying to figure out something new,
you just laugh and say, "Pardon you,
I'm through some particles and
farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a brain fart
which melts away your molds."
So I think upon that ponder
while I'm pondering the thought,
just thinking about the thinkweiz
is leaving me distraught.
Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz,
lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
So what if you thought about the thinkweiz
was nothing like you think you are?
You'd probably more than likely be a
lookyloo lookin' like you think you do.
Like you think you do.
Hilikus
About a hundred years ago now,
thought I was left for dead.
Soliloquy, she was my...
A picture, a wake,
my metaphoric friend.
So then I fell in love with an irony named life,
it taught me this from that and...
a picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus.
History has a tendency
to block yout the popular beliefs
about the leaders of the time,
so glisten with my syllables and
ponder the thought,
maybe they should have
had to dedicate more to it, go!
You've got to be,
so good to be,
You've got to be HILIKUS!
So I took a walk out side
with my new found friend and the knowledge imbibe.
I figured I'd find another
with the same attitude,
yes, then maybe I could talk
to someone other than myself!
The doors are swinging wide open,
a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket
had a lot to do with my new found friend,
the hilikus.
History has a tendency
to block out the popular beliefs
about the leaders of the time,
so glisten with my syllables and
ponder the thought,
maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go!
You've got to be,
So good to be,
You've got to be
HILIKUS!
FUNGUS AMONGUS LYRICS
"Trouble In 421"
The evening began as a positive swaret
and my abode was 4-2-0 G.
But little did I know that in the very next apartment
there'd be trouble on the brew for me!
Ubiquitous I wish I could be
because the clock cuts short my own day!
One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
upon the cushion that supports my array!
Can this be?
Trouble!!!
So if I may, slip you a tip.
You'd best stay away from 4-2-1.
Trouble!!!
So get high the green way.
So get by the green way...yes!
I knocked upon their door
in hopes of bidding them their welcome
and instead I was caught by an eye.
His pupil was wide open
kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00.
It was indoubadoubly dose derived.
It was then that they took me
and shined their light between my eyes.
He said "What are ya new?
Why are you here? What's the catch?
Why not explain in clear? Why you're peakin around?!"
I wish I could've just kept to my own.
My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent!
I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside
so that my mind could sit and delude my pride!
I beg my common sense to keep my
neighbor out away from my front door
until i find a way
to hide myself from those in 4-2-1.......one
..one away from the good one.
"Medium"
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
and I think about the amount of the sweet,
I'd like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to ???... Medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to ???... Medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
and I think I crave a steak but,
I'm not too partial to the meat,
when it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
and just enough of the spice.
I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.
??? and I smell the pits but ?????.
I could've sworn a ??? last week and scrubbed like ???.
I like to stink just a little bit,
just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
that you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hold my ???... Medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hold my ???... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.
"Speak Free"
You took our lives away
to increase your self esteem.
An underlie in the public eye.
Your dubbed insane if and when you try to
speak your mind...IN YOUR OWN WAY!
Ignore the past and...
SPEAK FREE!
You smashed glass eyes just to say,
"It all is all that I need."
What you see
is a reflection of my choice
and what it means to me.
Trapped in your cell.
A mindless plot against own eyes
to simplify your hell!
Just ease my pain!
"The Answer"
(MMMMmmmmmmmm........ hemp?!)
Step outside the bounds and take a
big look at the times we live in.
Who appointed you?
You're just an avid image on my screen.
So take your bias point of view away from
my organic institution.
And now we D.A.R.E. to think ourselves!
The answer's waiting content.
(Look into your mind and guide.)
The answer's clear as day open your eyes!
Now kill me.
You killed the very thing that keeps us
hanging on to our dear lives.
So, in a sense you bit the hand that feeds us
just to kill your prophet now.
And with the coming generation at the torn seems
this is what you call progress..
I call it shame!
The answer's waiting content.
(Look into your mind and guide.)
The answers clear as day open your eyes!
Now kill me.
What his law says.
What his law says.
What his law says may not be the stepping stone for you!
You killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to our dear lives!
PSYCHOSILOCYBIN
Psychopsilocybin runnin horny mother fucker.
Trippin on his shoelace, searchin for the hairy sucker.
He dont need no funny money, his love is all his power.
Half-naked and full witted, and two weeks less a shower!
You'll see me, I'll be there, with my nose in the grass!
One for me, one for you.
Two for me, one for you.
Three for me, one for you.
End of the sack, now the fungi's they are bloom.
"Sink Beneath The Line"
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line
and the commoners were...
drunken upon the hillside
or so the story goes.
I guess she followed along
so she could...
watch their games!
Sink beneath the line little girl.
Peak above the shrine them commoners were.
Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
and the crawlers emerged multitudious!
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway
just poppin a squat!
That's when she...
felt the squirms.
My underpants!
All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd.
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere!
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin inside
and then she sat upon a bughill.
This was when things started to get rough.
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways
right inside her 5-0-1 cut-offs
and her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me thats right!
They were biting her beneath the line.
She was a sitting on atop their shrine.
I wish I could've warned her!
"She should've worn underpants!
There's bugs crawling everywhere and shit,
I can't believe it!"
MORNING VIEW
"Nice To Know You"
Better than watching color bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing newborn nebulas in bloom
She who see's from up high smiles and surely sings
Prospective pries her once weighty eyes and it gives you wings
I haven’t felt the way, I feel today
In so long it’s hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice
How much this feels like a waking limb
Pins and needles, nice to know you
Good-bye, Nice to Know You
Deeper than the deepest Coustou would ever go
Higher than the heights of what we often think we know
Impressed that she who clearly sees the wealth of the trees
To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze
I haven’t felt the way, I feel today
In so long it’s hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice
How much this feels like a waking limb
Pins and needles, nice to know you
Good-bye, Nice to Know You
To know..You
Could it be that it had been there all along
I haven’t felt the way, I feel today
In so long it’s hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice
How much this feels like a waking limb
Pins and needles, nice to know you
Good-bye, Nice to Know You
To know..You
"Circles"
You saw me lost in treading water
I looked pathetic and as helpless as a stinger without a bee
But underneath my presentation. Yeah
I knew the walls were coming down
And the stones that fell were aiming away from me
Hey what would it mean to you?
To know that it’ll come back around again
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything moves in circles
I saw you standing in my headlights Blink blink blink
I thought I’d run you down for the weight you left on me
But then I pressed rewind, reversed and drove away
And see you, disappear in my rearview
brought to me the word reciprocity
Hey what would it mean to you?
To know that it’ll come back around again
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything moves in circles
Round and round we go
We could know when it ends so well
We fall on and we fall off
Existential carousel
Hey what would it mean to you?
To know that it’ll come back around again
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything moves in circles
Everything moves in circles..
Round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round
and round!
"Wish You Were Here"
I dig my toes into the sand.
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket.
I lean against the wind, pretend that i am weightless and in this moment i am happy.
[Chorus:]
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here.
I lay my head onto the sand.
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it.
I'm counting ufo's.
I signal them with my lighter
and in this moment i am happy, happy.
[Chorus]
The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in.
Maybe I should hold with care,but my hands are busy in the air.
[Chorus]
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Tool lyrics
LATERALUS
The Grudge
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.
The Patient
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.
Schism
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 the math enough to know the dangers of a 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
between supposed brothers.
And I know the pieces fit.
Parabol
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.
Parabola
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.
Ticks & Leeches
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.
Lateralus
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.
Disposition
mention this to me.
mention something, anything..
and watch the weather change.
Reflection
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.
(*) waiting for confirmation
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