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 Here are the lyrics to everything TOOL has released commercially, copy and pasted directly from TOOLSHED before it officially shut down in early 2017. They aren't exactly in order, because of file names and such, but it's all there.
 
 OPIATE
 
 01 sweat •
 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.
 
 02 hush •
 I can't say what I want to,
 even if I'm not serious.
 Things like....
 "Fuck yourself,
 kill yourself,
 you piece of shit."
 
 People tell me what to say,
 what to think ,
 and what to play.
 
 I say...
 "Go fuck yourself,
 you piece of shit.
 Why don't you go kill yourself?"
 
 Just kidding.
 
 03 part of me •
 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 don't judge.
 You can't speak.
 You can't leave.
 You can't hurt me.
 You're just here for me to use.
 
 I know you best,
 better than one might think.
 I know you better than I know myself.
 It's time for you
 to make a sacrifice.
 It's time to die a little.
 Give it up.
 
 You are a part of me.
 
 04 cold & ugly •
 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 to.
 
 Wide awake
 and keeping distance from my soul.
 I am scared like you.
 
 05 jerk-off •
 Someone told me once
 that there's a right and wrong,
 and that punishment
 would come to those
 who dare to cross the line.
 
 But it must not be true
 for jerk-offs like you.
 Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole.
 but I'm tired of waiting.
 Maybe it's just bullshit and I should play GOD,
 and shoot you myself.*
 Because I'm tired of waiting.
 
 Consequences dictate
 our 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 play GOD
 and shoot you myself.*
 I'm very tired of waiting.
 
 I should
 kick you,
 beat you,
 fuck you,
 and then shoot you in your fucking head.*
 
 * All references to "shoot you in your fucking head" are now performed live as "fuck you in your fucking ass" -- clearly a more appropriate message for the times.
 
 06 opiate •
 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 use you...
 like me,
 like me.
 
 If you want to get your soul to heaven,
 trust in me.
 Don't 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.
 Let me lay my holy hand upon you.
 
 My God's will
 becomes me.
 When he speaks out,
 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.
 Open my eyes and blind me with your light
 and your lies.
 
 06 the gaping lotus experience • the hidden track
 I had a friend once he took some acid
 Now he thinks he's a fire engine
 It's okay until he pisses on your lighter
 Kinda smells kinda cool kinda funny anyway
 
 satan, satan, satan...
 
 I had a friend once he took some ecstasy
 Tried to marry me and every one in the room
 He was sort of loving kinda caring,
 kinda tried to fuck my lazy boy
 It got a bit messy all over the curtains,
 arm chair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting
 
 satan, satan, satan...
 
 I'm getting bored again...
 
 00 transcription credits •
 Maynard James Keenan (01 - 06)
 These are the lyrics straight from the source.
 They form a blueprint for each performance of each song.
 They may vary at times, but the above words were typed
 by the guy who sings them. Let them be your starting point.
 
 Adam Heichelbech (06 bonus track)
 
 [Toolshed]
 kabir/akhtar | kabir@t.d.n
 
 SALIVAL
 
 01 third eye (live) •
 Timothy Leary sample:
 
 Think for yourself
 Question authority
 
 Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.
 
 Think for yourself.
 Question authority.
 
 (continues, see lyrics to "Ænima")
 
 02 part of me (live) •
 (see lyrics to "Opiate")
 
 03 pushit (live) •
 We've been trying something
 a little different this tour.
 We've been looking at
 one of our songs
 from a different angle,
 under a different light,
 so we can hopefully kind of
 see it almost for the first time.
 We'd like try that for you tonight, is that okay?
 
 We're gonna need your help though.
 We're gonna need your help
 and your permission,
 so we need you to find
 a comfortable space,
 that is not only comfortable,
 but vulnerable.
 I want you to shut your eyes and go there,
 and we'll meet you on the other side..
 
 Saw that gap again today.
 While you were begging me to stay.
 Take care not to make me enter.
 If I do we both may disappear.
 
 Saw that gap again today.
 While you were begging me to stay
 Managed to push myself away
 And you as well, my dear
 And you, as well
 Pushed you away my dear
 
 I will choke until I swallow
 Choke this infant here before me
 What are you but my reflection?
 Who am I to judge or strike you down?
 
 But you're pushing me
 And Im shoving you
 And your pushing me
 And Im shoving you
 
 Rest your trigger on my finger,
 Bang my head upon the fault line
 You better take care not to make me enter
 If I do we both may disappear
 
 But you're pushing me
 And Im shoving you
 And your pushing me
 And Im shoving you
 You still love me
 
 We're pushing and were shoving
 And you're pushing and I'm shoving
 
 You still love me
 
 And were pushing and were shoving
 And I'm pushing as your shoving
 And Im slipping back into the gap again
 I feel alive when you touch me...
 I feel alive when you hold me...
 ...down
 
 Slipping back into you
 
 I am somewhere I dont wanna be, yeah
 Put me somewhere I dont wanna be
 Push me somewhere I dont wanna be
 Seeing someplace I don't wanna see
 Never wanna see that place again...
 
 Saw that gap again today
 While you were begging me to stay
 Managed to push myself away,
 And you as well, my dear
 
 If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
 You minimize my movement anyway,
 I must persuade you another way
 
 Pushing and Shoving and
 Pushing and Shoving and
 Pushing me
 
 There's no love in fear.
 
 Staring down the hole again.
 Hands are on my back again.
 Survival is my only friend.
 Terrified of what may come.
 
 Remember I will always love you,
 As I claw your fucking throat away.
 It will end no other way.
 
 04 message to harry manback ii •
 Stronzo (1), stronzo di merda (2)
 I'm trying to take a nap but
 I couldn't sleep overnight because of you
 Ugh, you really hurted me,
 Ohhhh you really hurt me
 When I was high,
 You called me an asshole?
 Talk to me fai schifo (3)
 Pezzo di merda (4)
 Have you ever been trying to take a nap?
 My heart beats too fast
 Because I'm thinking of your fucking ugly face
 You you suck
 Fai schifo (3)
 Pezzo di merda (4)
 Fai proprio schifo (5)
 Vafanculo (6), ah
 Stronzo bastardo (7).
 
 1 - Piece of shit / asshole
 2 - Shit of shit / asshole of shit
 3 - You are disgusting
 4 - Piece of shit
 5 - You just disgusted me / made me sick
 6 - Go take it in the ass
 7 - Bastard piece of shit / Bastard asshole
 
 05 merkaba (live) •
 There are no words.
 
 Samples:
 
 [it's / having / in] some kind of psychedelic experience.
 
 Our body is light, we are immortal.
 Our body is love, we are eternal.
 Eternal..
 
 Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, without judgment.
 
 06 you lied (live) •
 Setting sun can't shine, now you're gone
 Inside sleeping, my heart beating
 You know that you tried to hide it
 Couldn't you have said what you meant? Oh...
 
 Time heals, time congeals around us
 Endless hours of wasted moments
 Understanding, not demanding
 Your eyes tell what you feel inside
 
 Setting sun can't shine, now you're gone
 Inside sleeping, my heart beating
 You know that you tried to hide it
 Shouldn't you have said what you meant?
 
 YOU LIED!
 
 07 no quarter •
 TOOL VERSION
 
 Lock the door, kill the light.
 No one's coming home tonight.
 The sun beats down and don't you know?
 All our lives are growing cold, oh...
 They bring news that must get through.
 To build a dream for me and you, oh.
 
 Locked in a place where no one goes.
 
 They ask no quarter
 They have no quarter.
 
 Lock the door, kill the light
 No one's coming home tonight
 
 It's getting colder (7x)
 Locked in a place where no one goes.
 
 Lock the door, kill the light
 No one's coming home tonight
 
 They bring news that must get through.
 Dying peace in me and you
 
 Locked in a place where no one goes.
 
 We have no quarter
 We have no quarter
 We ask no quarter
 
 LED ZEPPELIN VERSION
 
 Close the door, put out the light.
 No, they won't be home tonight.
 The snow falls hard and don't you know?
 The winds of Thor are blowing cold.
 They're wearing steel that's bright and true
 They carry news that must get through, oooh
 
 They choose the path where no-one goes.
 
 They hold no quarter.
 They hold no quarter.
 
 Walking side by side with death
 The devil mocks their every step
 The snow drives back the foot that's slow
 The dogs of doom are howling more
 They carry news that must get through
 To build a dream for me and you
 
 They choose the path where no-one goes.
 
 They hold no quarter.
 They ask no quarter.
 They hold no quarter.
 They ask no quarter.
 
 The pain, the pain without quarter.
 They ask no quarter.
 Yeah! Without quarter, quarter, yeah!
 They need no quarter.
 The dogs of doom are howling more!
 I hear the dogs of doom are howling more!
 
 08 lamc •
 (dialtone, touch-tone dialing, ring, ring)
 
 Thank you for calling the Los Angeles Municipal Court.
 This is an automated system that can handle most inquiries.
 If after using this system, your question is not answered, please, stay on the line and a representative will be with you shortly.
 
 If you are calling from a touch-tone phone, please press 1.
 If you are calling from a cellular phone, please press 2.
 If you are calling from a pay phone, please press 3.
 If you are calling from a car phone, please press 4.
 If you are calling from a secret-spy phone, please press 5.
 If you are calling from a princess, phone, please press 6
 If you are calling from a car fax, please press 7.
 and If you are calling from a rotary phone, please, stay on the line
 
 Make your selection at any time.
 
 (touch-tone 1)
 
 Make your selection at any time.
 
 (three touch-tone 1's)
 
 For information in English, please press 1.
 For information in Spanish, please press 2.
 For information in Japanese, please press 3.
 For information in Chinese, please press 4.
 For information in Dutch, please press 5.
 For information in Latvian, please press 6.
 For information in French, please press 7.
 For information in Yiddish, please press 8.
 For information in Ig-pay Atin-lay, lease-pay ress-pay ine-nay.
 
 (touch-tone 1)
 
 If you are responding to a notice from the City Attorney's office, press 3.
 To check the amount due on a parking ticket, press 4.
 If you believe you are ticketed in error because your disabled person
 placard or your preferential parking permit was clearly displayed, or
 your vehicle is disabled, press 5.
 For all other traffic related matters, press 6.
 
 (long touch-tone 6)
 
 Please make a selection at any time.
 
 (three touch-tone 6's)
 
 For traffic school information, press 1.
 For payment inormation, press 2.
 For court locations, press 3.
 For general ticket and warrant information, press 4.
 For court appearance and bail information, press 5.
 For traffic court appointment information, press 6.
 
 (four touch-tone 6's)
 
 If you need to make a traffic court appointment, please press 1,
 unless you have not filled out a DD form 3018, in which case,
 please press 2. To receive a blank DD form 3018, please come
 down to the Los Angeles Municipal Court building during normal
 business hours. If you have filled out DD form 3018, but have
 not reported to the City Attorney's office, please press 3.
 
 If you are not receiving physical therapy but have a relative that
 voted 'no' on Proposition 187 * and have collected a notarized waiver
 from said relative, and have attached said waiver in triplicate to
 said form, please press 4, unless of course, said relative is not
 a naturalized citizen, in which case, please press 5.
 
 If you are receiving physical therapy from a naturalized citizen but
 have not voted 'yes' or 'no' on Proposition 187 and have not reported
 to the City Attorney, but have filled out form DD 3018, please
 press 6.
 
 Of course, if you have not had your eyes tested by your local
 Department of Motor Vehicles in the last three years, in which case
 press 7. If you have had your eyes tested AND voted 'yes' on
 Proposition 187, and have your DD form 3018 filled out and
 have already reported to the City Attorney but have never been called
 in for jury duty, press 8.
 
 (touch-tone entry)
 
 Make your selection at any time.
 
 (here begins the touch-tone frenzy)
 
 Make your selection at any time.
 
 The system is waiting for a touch tone entry.
 The system is waiting for a touch tone entry.
 
 There is a possibility that you have made an error in
 selecting your message. Please try again.
 
 The system is waiting for a touch tone entry.
 
 There is a possibility that you have made an error in
 selecting your message. Please try again.
 
 I'm sorry, but we are unable to interpret your request.
 Please call back during normal business hours.
 
 (CLICK ... sound of dialing)
 
 Thank you for calling the Los Angeles Municipal Court.
 This is an automated system that can handle most inquiries.
 If after using this system, your question is not answered,
 please, stay on the line
 and a representative will be with you shortly.
 
 (fades out on)
 If you are calling from a touch-tone phone, please press 1.
 If you are calling from a cellular phone, please press 2.
 
 * Proposition 187 was a Californian measure put to the voters, aimed at preventing illegal immigrants from obtaining welfare and other social benefits. Californians voted yes to it in 1994, although its enforceability and legality in the US appear to be under question.
 
 08 maynard's dick • (the hidden track)
 It's all an open center
 Opens up and lets the wind lift him away
 It doesn't have to feel water
 ? It's just a place that feels right with him ?
 Kinda like the way you're breathing
 I kinda like the way you keep looking away
 Would you like to glide on
 Slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard's dick
 
 There's a shyness found in reason
 Apprehensive influence swallow away
 You seem to feel abysmal take it
 ? then you're careful grace for sure ?
 Kinda like the way you're breathing
 Kinda like the way you keep looking away
 Would you like to climb on
 Climb on my six inches and go down on Maynard's dick
 
 Took you out in the back of the toolshed
 Put it right on top of your forehead
 Took you out in the back of the toolshed
 Now you know what you're fuckin with... Maynard's dick!
 
 00 transcription credits •
 01
 
 Erik Klausmeyer
 
 03
 
 Bryce Jones
 
 04
 
 David de Sola
 
 05
 
 Adam Lancaster
 
 07
 
 Tool: Kabir Akhtar
 Led Zeppelin: Digital Graffiti mailing list
 
 08
 
 Ash Carramar
 Bill the Katt
 Joey
 Kurt Bowers
 Katie Partridge
 Bryce Jones
 Michael Thomas Hocking
 Melissa
 Richard Bousquet
 slodeth
 Zachary Wyatt
 Shawn Donovan
 Bill Strait
 ...all on the first day it was out.
 
 08+
 
 Joel Mahaffey
 Toni Solko
 
 [Toolshed]
 kabir/akhtar | kabir@t.d.n
 
 UNDERTOW
 
 01 intolerance •
 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.
 Noone is innocent.
 
 02 prison sex •
 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 martyr, 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.
 
 (Show me something
 Thought I could make it end
 Thought I could wash the stains away
 Thought I could break the circle if I
 Slipped right into your skin
 So sweet was your surrender
 We have become one
 I have become my terror
 And you my precious lamb and martyr.)
 
 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.
 
 Additional lyrics performed live.
 Sometimes listed as Prison Sex (O.T.R.M.)
 See Tool FAQ, Question F13.
 
 03 sober •
 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 this over.
 Why can't we drink forever.
 I just want to start things 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.
 
 Trust me.
 
 Mother Mary won't you whisper
 something but what's past and done.
 
 Trust me.
 
 04 bottom •
 My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded,
 and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
 I'm on my knees and burning.
 My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
 So smell my soul burning.
 I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
 I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
 but I survive on it,
 and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..
 and I feel ugly, and dead inside.
 
 Shit adds up at the bottom.
 
 You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild
 what's broken.
 Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.
 I must arm myself to fight you
 by making weapons out of my imperfections.
 It's all I have left.
 There's no other choice.
 I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now.
 But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.
 I'm naked and fearless.
 But I'm dead inside.
 You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
 Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive
 at the bottom.
 
 05 crawl away •
 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.
 
 06 swamp song •
 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.
 
 Noone told you to come.
 
 I hope it sucks you down.
 
 07 undertow •
 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.
 
 08 4° •
 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.
 
 09 flood •
 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.
 
 69 disgustipated •
 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.
 
 00 transcription credits •
 Maynard James Keenan (01 - 09)
 These are the lyrics straight from the source.
 They form a blueprint for each performance of each song.
 They may vary at times, but the above words were typed
 by the guy who sings them. Let them be your starting point.
 
 Justin McKinlay (02 extended)
 Paul Strande (69)
 
 [Toolshed]
 kabir/akhtar | kabir@t.d.n
 
 LATERALUS
 
 01 the grudge •
 Wear the 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 'em 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 'em to the lonesome end.
 Saturn ascends, comes round again.
 Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done.
 
 Wear the 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.
 
 Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.
 Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper.
 
 Defining, confining, controlling, 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.
 
 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.
 
 02 eon blue apocalypse •
 There are no words.
 
 03 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, keeping faith
 And I'm still right here.
 
 Wait it out,
 Gonna wait it out,
 Be patient (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.
 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.
 
 And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.
 
 Be patient.
 I must keep reminding myself of this.
 
 And 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.
 
 Gonna wait it out.
 
 04 mantra •
 ...
 
 05 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 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
 
 06 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.
 
 07 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, I
 
 In 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.
 
 Twirling 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.
 
 This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
 Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
 All this pain is an illusion.
 
 08 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.
 
 Taken all I can, taken all I can, we(?) can take.
 Taken all you can, taken all you can fuckin' take
 Got nothing left to give to you.
 Blood suckin parasitic little tick/blood suckin parasitic little tick
 Take what you want and then go.
 
 Hope this is what you wanted.
 Hope this is what you had in mind.
 Cuz this is what you're getting.
 
 Suck me dry.
 Is this what you wanted?
 Is this what you had in mind?
 Cuz this this is what you're getting.
 I hope you choke.
 
 09 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 through 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 all these 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
 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
 of our divinity and still be a human.
 
 With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
 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.
 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, going...
 
 10 disposition •
 Mention this to me
 Mention something, mention anything
 ... and watch the weather change.
 
 11 reflection •
 I have come curiously close to 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...
 
 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 and
 A million light reflections pass over me
 
 Its source is bright and endless
 She resuscitates the hopeless
 Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
 
 And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
 Don't wanna 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.
 
 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
 Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
 Just let the light touch you
 And let the words spill through
 And let them pass right through
 Bringing out our hope and reason ...
 before we pine away.
 
 12 triad •
 There are no words.
 
 13 faaip de oiad •
 "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."
 
 00 transcription credits •
 01 - 12
 
 Were posted to the Official Tool Site, and updated by a whole bunch of toolshed.down.net visitors. (Original posted lyrics corresponded to pre-release drafts of lyrics.)
 
 13
 
 From transcripts of the Art Bell AM radio show.
 
 [Toolshed]
 kabir/akhtar | kabir@t.d.n
 
 ÆNIMA
 
 01 stinkfist •
 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.
 
 02 eulogy •
 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...
 
 03 h. •
 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.
 
 04 useful idiot •
 There are no words.
 
 05 forty-six & 2 •
 My shadow's
 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.
 
 06 message to harry manback •
 [words in brackets unclear]
 
 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 [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 suck dicks on a plane!
 
 07 hooker with a penis •
 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.
 
 08 intermission •
 There are no words.
 
 09 jimmy •
 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.
 
 10 die eier von satan •
 GERMAN
 
 Die Eier von Satan
 
 Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
 Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
 Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
 Ein halbes Pfund Butter
 Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
 Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
 Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
 Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
 ... und keine Eier
 
 In eine Schüssel geben
 Butter einrühren
 Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
 Den Teig verkneten
 
 Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
 Im Staubzucker wälzen und
 Sagt die Zauberwörter
 Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
 
 Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
 Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
 KEINE EIER
 
 Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
 Keine Eier ..
 
 ENGLISH
 
 The Eggs/Balls of Satan
 
 Half a cup of powdered sugar
 One quarter teaspoo salt
 One knifetip Turkish hash
 Half a pound butter
 One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
 Half a pound flour
 150 g ground nuts
 A little extra powdered sugar
 ... and no eggs
 
 Place in a bowl
 Add butter
 Add the ground nuts and
 Knead the dough
 
 Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
 Roll in the powdered sugar
 and say the Magic Words:
 "Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"
 
 Place on a greased baking pan and
 Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
 ...AND NO EGGS
 
 Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
 ...and no eggs.
 
 11 pushit •
 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.
 
 12 cesaro summability •
 There are no words.
 
 13 ænema •
 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.
 
 14 (-) ions •
 There are no words.
 
 15 third eye •
 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
 
 00 transcription credits •
 Maynard James Keenan (01 - 05, 07 - 09, 11 - 15)
 These are the lyrics straight from the source.
 They form a blueprint for each performance of each song.
 They may vary at times, but the above words were typed
 by the guy who sings them. Let them be your starting point.
 
 Ryan Adam (06)
 Chris Jenkins (06)
 John Roumanis (06)
 Giuliano Golfieri (06)
 Denis Hoffmann (10, German)
 Mr Punch (10, English)
 
 [Toolshed]
 kabir/akhtar | kabir@t.d.n
 
 10,000 DAYS
 
 01 vicarious •
 Eye on the TV
 'cause tragedy thrills me
 Whatever flavor it happens to be
 
 Like:
 "Killed by the husband" ...
 "Drowned by the ocean" ...
 "Shot by his own son" ...
 "She used a poison in his tea,
 Then (she) kissed him goodbye"
 That's my kind of story
 It's no fun til someone dies.
 
 Don't look at me like I am a monster
 Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)
 Stare like a junkie into the TV
 Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
 Watches him die,
 Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"
 
 Cause I need to watch things die from a distance
 Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
 You all need it too - don't lie.
 
 Why can't we just admit it?
 Why can't we just admit it?
 We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
 Neither the brave nor bold
 Nor brightest of stories told
 We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
 
 I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
 Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
 You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?
 
 Blood like rain fallin' down
 Drum on grave and ground
 
 Part vampire, part warrior,
 Carnivore and voyeur
 Stare at the transmittal.
 Sing to the death rattle.
 
 La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)
 
 Credulous at best
 Your desire to believe in
 Angels in the hearts of men.
 But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
 And give a listen
 Shouldn't have to say it all again
 
 The universe is hostile
 So impersonal
 Devour to survive
 So it is, so it's always been ...
 
 We all feed on tragedy.
 It's like blood to a vampire.
 
 Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
 Much better you than I.
 
 02 jambi •
 Here from a kings mountain view
 Here from the wild dream come true
 Feast like a sultan, I do
 On treasures and flesh never few
 But I would wish it all, away
 If I thought I'd lose you just one day
 The devil and his had me down
 In love with the dark side I'd found
 Dabblin' all the way down
 Up to my neck, soon to drown.
 
 But you changed that all for me
 Lifted me up, turned me round
 So I, I would wish this all away
 Prayed like a martyr dusk to dawn
 Begged like a hooker all night long
 Tempted the devil with my song
 And got what I wanted all along
 But I
 I would
 If I could
 I would
 Wish it away
 Wish it away
 Wish it all away
 Wanna wish it all away
 
 No prize that could hold sway
 Or justify my giving away my center
 So if I could I'd wish it all away
 If I thought tomorrow would take you away.
 You, my piece of mind, my all, my center,
 just trying to hold on one more day.
 Damn my eyes!
 
 Damn my eyes!
 If they should compromise the fulcrum:
 (If) wants and needs divide me
 Then I might as well be gone...
 Shine on forever
 Shine on benevolent sun
 Shine down upon the broken
 Shine until the two become one
 Shine on forever
 Shine on benevolent sun
 Shine down upon the severed
 Shine until the two become one
 Divided, I'll wither away
 Shine down upon the many.
 Light our way, benevolent sun.
 Breathe in union
 
 So, as one, survive
 Another day and season
 Silence, legion. Save your poison.
 Silence, legion. Stay out of my way.
 
 03 wings for marie (part 1) •
 You...
 You believed ...
 You believed in movements none could see.
 You believed in me
 
 A passionate spirit
 Uncompromised
 Boundless and open
 A light in your eyes
 Then immobilized.
 
 Broken
 Fell at the hands of those movements that I wouldn't see
 Yet it was you who prayed for me.
 So what have I done
 To be a son to an angel?
 What have I done
 To be worthy?
 
 Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents
 Difficult to see you in this light
 Please forgive this selfish question, but
 What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
 "She never told a lie,
 ... well might have told a lie,
 But never lived one.
 Didn't have a life,
 Didn't have a life,
 But surely saved one."
 See? I'm alright
 Now it's time for us to let you go.
 
 04 10,000 days (wings pt. 2) •
 Listen to the tales and romanticize,
 How we'd follow the path of the hero.
 Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
 How we rise to the height of our halo.
 
 Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
 Our way into the arms of the savior,
 Feigning all the trials and the tribulations;
 None of us have actually been there.
 Not like you.
 
 Ignorant siblings in the congregation
 Gather around spewing sympathy,
 Spare me.
 None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
 Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.
 
 But, enough about the collective Judas.
 Who could deny you were the one who
 Illuminated your little piece of the divine?
 
 And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me;
 I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way,
 Your way home ...
 
 Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down
 Without you to guide them all to Zion?
 What are they going to do when the rivers overrun
 Other than tremble incessantly?
 
 High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground.
 You were the light and the way they'll only read about.
 I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out.
 Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;
 You're going home.
 
 You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
 Shake your fists at the gates saying:
 "I've come home now!
 Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
 Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
 It's time now!
 My time now!
 Give me my, give me my wings!"
 
 You are the light and way that they will only read about.
 
 Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
 (With the) burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
 You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
 Judith Marie, unconditional one.
 
 Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
 Difficult to see you in this light.
 Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
 Should you see your Maker's face tonight,
 Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:
 "I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one.
 Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home."
 
 05 the pot •
 Who are you to wave your finger?
 You must have been outta your head
 Eye hole deep in muddy waters
 You practically raised the dead
 
 Rob the grave to snow the cradle
 Then burn the evidence down
 Soapbox house of cards and glass so
 Don't go tossin' your stones around
 
 You must have been high
 
 Foot in mouth and head up ass
 So whatcha talkin' 'bout?
 Difficult to dance 'round this one
 'til you pull it out. boy,
 
 You must have been so high
 
 Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference
 Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent
 
 Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
 (Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
 When you pissed all over my black kettle.
 
 You must have been high!
 
 Who are you to wave your finger?
 So full of it
 Eye balls deep in muddy waters
 Fuckin' hypocrite
 
 Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me. What's the difference?
 Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.
 
 Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
 (Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
 When you pissed all over my black kettle.
 
 You must've been...
 
 So who are you to wave your finger?
 Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
 You must have been out your mind
 
 Weepin' shades of indigo
 Shed without a reason *
 Weepin' shades of indigo
 
 Liar, lawyer - mirror, for you what's the difference?
 Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government.
 
 Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
 (Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
 Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
 
 You must've been high!
 
 Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
 Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
 Ganja? P-lease!
 You must have been out your mind
 
 * This line is missing from the official transcription. But here it is.
 
 06 lipan conjuring •
 ...
 
 07 lost keys (blame hofmann) •
 Nurse: Excuse me, doctor, do you have a moment?
 Doctor: A moment? What's the question?
 Nurse: More of a situation, a gentleman in Exam 3.
 Doctor: What's the problem?
 Nurse: That is the problem: we're not sure.
 Doctor: You've got the chart?
 Nurse: Right here.
 Doctor: Hmm... not much here, is there?
 Nurse: No doctor, no obvious physical trauma, vitals are stable.
 Doctor: Name?
 Nurse: No sir.
 Doctor: Did someone drop him off, maybe we can speak to them? Let's get some background on this fellow.
 Nurse: No ID, nothing, and he won't speak to anybody.
 Doctor: Well, let's say hello.
 
 Doctor: Good morning, I'm Dr. Watson. How are you today? How are you today? Look son, you're in a safe place, we want to help you, in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us, we can't help you otherwise. Now, what's happened? Tell me everything.
 
 08 rosetta stoned •
 Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.
 
 10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
 in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
 Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy
 when a flaming stealth banana split the sky
 like one would hope but never really expect
 to see in a place like this.
 Cutting right angle donuts on a dime
 and stopping right at my Birkenstocks,
 and me yelping...
 Holy fucking shit!
 
 Then the X-Files being,
 Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan
 with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of
 vanilla Chig Champa
 Did a slow-mo Matrix descent
 Outta the butt end of the banana vessel
 And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,
 and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
 and all I could think was:
 "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice
 that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
 
 So light in his way,
 Like an apparition, [that]
 He had me crying out,
 "Fuck me
 It's gotta be
 the Deadhead Chemistry
 The blotter got [right] on top of me
 Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"
 
 And after calming me down
 with some orange slices
 and some fetal spooning,
 E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
 He said, "You are the Chosen One,
 the One who will deliver the message.
 A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
 and a warning for those who do not."
 Me. The Chosen One?
 They chose me!!!
 And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.
 
 You'd better...
 You'd better...
 You'd better...
 You'd better listen.
 
 Then he looked right through me
 With somniferous almond eyes
 Don't even know what that means
 Must remember to write it down
 This is so real
 Like the time Dave floated away
 See, my heart is pounding
 'Cause this shit never happens to me
 
 I can't breathe right now!
 
 It was so real,
 Like I woke up in Wonderland.
 All sorta terrifying
 I don't wanna be all alone
 While I tell this story.
 And can anyone tell me why
 Y'all sound like Peanuts parents?
 Will I ever be coming down?
 This is so real
 Finally, it's my lucky day
 See, my heart is racing
 'Cause this shit never happens to me
 
 I can't breathe right now!
 
 You believe me, don't you?
 Please believe what I've just said!
 See the Dead ain't touring
 And this wasn't all in my head.
 See, they took me by the hand
 And invited me right in.
 Then they showed me something
 I don't even know where to begin.
 
 Strapped down [to] my bed
 Feet cold [and] eyes red
 I'm out of my head
 Am I alive? Am I dead?
 Can't remember what they said
 God damn, shit the bed.
 
 Hey ...
 
 Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
 Such a heavy burden now to be the One
 Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,
 To write it down for all the world to see.
 
 But I forgot my pen
 Shit the bed again ...
 Typical.
 
 Strapped down [to] my bed
 Feet cold and eyes red
 I'm out of my head
 Am I alive? Am I dead?
 Sunkist * and Sudafed
 Gyroscopes and infrared
 Won't help, I'm brain dead
 Can't remember what they said
 God damn, shit the bed
 
 I can't remember what they said to me
 Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero
 Can't remember what they said
 Bob help me!
 Can't remember what they said
 
 [We] don't know, [and we] won't know (x12)
 
 God damn, shit the bed!
 
 * though the "official" transcript does say "sun kissed", this may be one of the many typos on all of Tool's official transcripts
 
 09 intension • UNOFFICIAL LYRICS
 Pure as we begin
 Pure as we come in
 Pure as we begin
 Pure by will alone
 
 Pure as we begin
 Here we have a stone
 Gather, place, [erase, so / a razor]
 Shelter turned to home
 
 Pure as we begin
 Here we have a stone
 Throw to stay the stranger
 Swore to crush his bones
 
 Move by will alone
 
 Spark becomes a flame
 Flame becomes a fire
 Light the way or warm this
 Hope we occupy
 
 Spark becomes a flame
 Flame becomes a fire
 Forge a blade to slay the stranger
 Take whatever we desire
 
 Move by will alone
 
 Pure as we begin
 
 Pure as we begin
 Move by will alone
 Leave as we come in
 Pure as light, return to one
 
 Move by will alone
 
 10 right in two •
 Angels on the sideline,
 Puzzled and amused.
 Why did Father* give these humans free will?
 Now they're all confused.
 
 Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
 Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
 Where there's one you're bound to divide it right in two.
 
 Angels on the sideline,
 Baffled and confused.
 Father blessed them all with reason,
 And this is what they choose?
 
 Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
 Silly monkeys.
 Give them thumbs, they forge a blade,
 And where there's one they're bound to divide it right in two.
 
 Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
 Silly monkeys.
 Give them thumbs, they make a club to beat their brother down.
 How they've survived so misguided is a mystery.
 Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability
 To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.
 
 Gotta divide it all right in two.
 
 Fight till they die over sun, over sky,
 They fight till they die over sea, over air,
 They fight till they die over blood, over love,
 They fight till they die over words, polarizing.
 
 Angels on the sideline again,
 Benched along with patience and reason.
 Angels on the sideline again,
 Wondering where this tug of war will end.
 
 Gotta divide it all right in two.
 
 * The official lyric release has "daddy" instead of "Father."
 
 11 viginti tres •
 Be patient...
 
 00 transcription credits •
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