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TOOL lyrics - Lateralus

The Grudge

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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 your 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.

Orgasmatron

MOTORHEAD "Orgasmatron"
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore. I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate I am the politician, and I decide your fate I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.

This Grudge

ALANIS MORISSETTE "So Called Chaos"
Fourteen years Thirty minutes Fifteen seconds I've Held this grudge Eleven songs Four full journals Thoughts of punishment I've expended Not in contact Not a letter Such communication Telepathic You've been vilified Used as fodder You deserve a piece Of every record But who's it hurting now? Who's the one that's stuck? Who's it torturing now With an antique knot in her stomach? I want to be big and let go Of this grudge that's grown old All this time I've not known How to rest this bygone I wanna be soft and resolved Clean of slate and released I wanna forgive for the both of us Like an abandoned house Dusty covered Furniture Still intact If I visit it now Will I simply re-live it Somehow gratuitous But who's still aching now? Who's tired of her own voice? Who is it weighing down With no gift from time of said healing I want to be big and let go Of this grudge that's grown old All this time I've not known How to rest this bygone I wanna be soft and resolved Clean of slate and released I wanna forgive for the both of us Maybe as I cut the cord Veils will lift from my eyes Maybe as I lay this to rest Dead weight off my shoulders will rise Here I sit Much determined Ever ill-equipped To draw this curtain How this has entertained Validated And has served me well Ever the victim But who's done whining now? Who's ready to put down This load I've carried longer than I had cared to remember I want to be big and let go Of this grudge that's grown old For the life of me I've not known How to rest this bygone I wanna be soft and resolved Clean of slate and released I wanna forgive for the both of us.

Invertebraes

JOHNNY CASH "På Österåker"
Some men spend a lifetime in the hope they can devise A chart which will an able man then someday analyze The wretched men who stumble then somehow cannot arise They'll pay one man to draw the charts another to declare What secret signs are in the lines but do they really care That one is long and one is short and one line is not there For charts or abstract documents that cannot have a soul They cannot tell why this man fell and that one reached his goal Nor can they tell why some rebel and lose all self control I think a thousand years from now as it was long ago Two roads will be for all to see but which way will man go Will he arise toward the skies to reach for some new plateau Will he devise a brave new world a world thus far unknown Will he plow under all the seeds of greed and hate he sewn Or will he steal the very field he plants his hopes upon As long as there are two such roads a man can look upon As long as some men linger deep within the twilight zone The weak will always take the road that leads to wall of stone There should be made a stone blockade torn from the prison stone And make a wall across all roads man should not walk upon And let the seeds of bitter weeds grow till that road is gone Then those who sot in higher power those who hold the might Could then direct the hordes of men on to the way that's right And then the men who draw the charts would also see the light

When The Battle Is Over

ARETHA FRANKLIN "Spirit In The Dark"
One more time you hurt me You thought you you had your victory One more reason For you to worry Cause you got the best of me You should never count your chickens Before you eggs get hatched I believe it, mm, To my soul You finally met your match Tell me now When this battle is over Who will wear the crown When this battle is over Who will wear the crown Who it will be Who it will be Will it be you Will it be me Tell me now – Who will wear the crown yeah yeah Ever time I kiss ya I feel I get the upper hand I want you ooo to surrender And tell me ya gon' be my man A slip of the lip has been known to sink a ship And I believe I believe I believe to my soul I finally got a winner's slip When this battle is over, I wonder Who will wear the crown When this battle is over Who will wear the crown Who it will be Who it will be Will it be you Will it be me Yeah, Tell me know – Who will wear the crown When this battle is over Who be wearin' this crown When this battle is over Oh when its over children When this battle is over Yeaaah when its over

Alabama Chrome

JIM WHITE "Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See"
Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame. Tuesday I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane. Thursday I lay dying, Friday I'm quite dead. Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid. But heaven ain't no place, brother, and love ain't no word sister. And prison ain't no building made of iron bars and stone. You can seek the rhyme and reason, but in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that "Alabama Chrome." For there's mountains you will scale with ease, yet molehills where you stumble. Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy. Harps can beg forgiveness, and the guitars can scream pain, but the contradictions are larger than any language can explain. For in the secret territory where the preachers come to steal the jewel of your heart, for they have no treasure of their own, there lies a sacred window, in your hand the perfect stone. You'd throw it, but you arms are bound 'round with that "Alabama Chrome." The heat it is withering, humidity smothering. Strip of silver tape, a sly lie covering dent in the side of the redneck ride. Going deep for the Crimson Tide. Yeah! Gonna bump to the thump of the Selma slammer. Wanna jump up and down like a wack jackhammer. Sing a little 'Sweet Home Alabama' - Jimmy gimme wink like a big flimflammer. Bone tired and so weary of treating truth as a lie, I been hunkered down in the bunker of some fools alibi. Squint harder you will see the slim tether of the saints. It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all that is and all that ain't. 'Cause there's angels in the shed mother and spiders in the bed brother and ghosts inside my head father, no I am not alone. My mind is teeth without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama Chrome."

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