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TOOL lyrics - Undertow

Swamp Song

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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. You're wading knee deep and going in. This bog is thick and easy to get lost in 'Cause you're a stupid beligerant fucker. This bog is thick and easy to get lost in 'Cause you're a stupid beligerant fucker. I hope it sucks you down. 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 'Cause you're a stupid beligerant fucker. This bog is thick and easy to get lost in 'Cause you're a dumb and beligerant fucker. I hope it sucks you down. 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 'Cause you're a stupid beligerant fucker. This bog is thick and easy to get lost in 'Cause you're a dumb and beligerant fucker. I hope it suck- I hope it suck- I hope it sucks you, fucker I hope it suck- I hope it suck- I hope it sucks you down. Wander in and wandering. No one even invited you in. You're still stumbling Suffocate, suffocate Why don't you get away Wandering around, who let you in No one even invited you in You're still stumbling Suffocate, suffocate Why don't you get out while you can No one told you to come. 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 'Cause you're a stupid beligerant fucker. This bog is thick and easy to get lost in 'Cause you're a dumb and beligerant fucker. I hope it suck- I hope it suck- I hope it sucks you, fucker I hope it suck- I hope it suck- I hope it sucks you...

Without Someone

ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA "Balance Of Power"
I watch the cars move, I watch the lights up on the window I walk along the street, I'm only thinking of you I watch the clock staring from the wall, it hardly moves at all It's you I'm waiting for Without someone I can depend on I'm lost without someone As I go on, I hope you're remembering I'm lost without someone All alone no one around, I watch the shadows falling faster The city lights begin to glow and then I start to realize I count the hours as they slip away into another day Wondering where you'll stay Without someone I can depend on I'm lost without someone As I go on, I hope you're remembering I'm lost without someone Still watching the cars move, still watching the lights Upon the window I'm walking down the street, I'm only thinking of you I hear the night as it calls to me, it plays a symphony It says you're gone from me Without someone I can depend on I'm lost without someone As I go on, I hope you're remembering I'm lost without someone

Echo Gallery

AMANDA PALMER
They pose symmetrical Scattered through the Echo Hall Works of art in pensive phase With the worldy critics gaze And there's a special one Another convert to the throng And maybe in her wildest dreams she is a human But anyone with brains can see she is the new one The artist uses short brush strokes just like the master Wave the finished product in the air to dry it faster Then they spray themselves with anti-tarnish ultra gloss It reduces flaking and this cramps[?] would come With hanging on the cross How to be a Happy Statue Five easy tips in our next issue You might have thought all hope was lost But now the chance is yours - and for a reasonable cost She does her face in Cubist fashion like the others Tonight the curator protects them with blue covers And what's the point of looking pretty with no audience? And won't you find it sad that beauty's based on inexperience? And as for her we heard she had a little accident Someone tipped her over and her face received a fatal dent So it's all over because who likes imperfection? Her only hope is that it might become a fashion See only certainty Bargain hunting destiny Maybe she'll redeem herself with mightiness from off the shelf Thus concludes the story of the Echo Gallery Visit any time to see the fools who sold themselves to slavery How to be a Happy Statue Five easy tips in our next issue You might have thought all hope was lost But now the chance is here - and for a reasonable cost

Paradox

ALESANA "Confessions"
Dearest love, I hope this finds you well I am kidding this is probably hell Lonely stranger with a brush in hand Never saw me sneaking up on him Tonight say goodbye to what you thought you knew They’ll blame the blood spilled on you I’m closing my eyes, one more kiss before I never wake again Two moves ahead of you You are a pawn Castle now but I’m behind your king As your queen lays bleeding on the board Accept you have lost the game, misjudged your enemy Unleash the myth living in your worst fears I’m trapped! Don’t wait! Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide The story is ending Would you remember Joan of Arc was her flesh yet unlicked by flame? Will you remember how the waves crash on the shores of time? Who would’ve ever known that each choice made sense? Who could’ve ever known? Are we not our actions? Our lives are poetry, make them sonnets Unleash the myth living in your worst fears I’m trapped! Don’t wait! Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide The story is ending Why do the floorboards creak like a heartbeat This room is driving me insane What’s behind the bricks? Who’s rapping at my chamber door? Pendulum, why do you torment me? What am I saying? Have I lost my mind? I am her! No longer Fatima, goddess, light I’ve become Rusalka, demon of night! Two moves ahead of you You are a pawn Castle now but I’m behind your king As your queen lays bleeding on the board Accept you have lost the game, misjudged your enemy Don’t wait... Page abandoned, the stories write themselves The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide Page abandoned, time is ending The story is ending, make them sonnets We sit and watch the world’s collide The night that I died I had become Rusalka. I was no longer me. I was no longer Annabel. The beautiful evil coursed through my veins and I saw so clearly what needed to be done. As you lay, fast asleep, I penned her farewell and kissed your cheek. The knife felt so light in my hand, so heavy in my stomach. There is something about this room…

No Love Lost

JOY DIVISION "Substance"
So long sitting here, Didn't hear the warning. Waiting for the tape to run. We've been moving around in different situations, Knowing that the time would come. Just to see you torn apart, Witness to your empty heart. I need it. I need it. I need it. Through the wire screen, the eyes of those standing outside looked in at her as into the cage of some rare creature in a zoo. In the hand of one of the assistants she saw the same instrument which they had that morning inserted deep into her body. She shuddered instinctively. No life at all in the house of dolls. No love lost. No love lost. You've been seeing things, In darkness, not in learning, Hoping that the truth will pass. No life underground, wasting never changing, Wishing that this day won't last. To never see you show your age, To watch until the beauty fades, I need it. I need it. I need it. (Second verse on Warsaw album) Two-way mirror in the hall, They like to watch everything you do, Transmitters hidden in the walls, So they know everything you say is true, Turn it on, Don't turn it on, Turn it on.

Trap Them And Kill Them

Impetigo
Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor left Trapped in this cage, locked up with the rats The vermin and filth, how long can it last? The cannibals dance and dig my grave For me all hope is lost An amazonian camping trip I prepare to pay the cost They killed my fellow travelers, Mutilated one by one Decapitated my lovely wife Then raped her body just for fun! In this wet hold I wait my time is yet to come I wait the hours crawl by... whay am I the only one? The hour of doom approaches near, I clutch my brain in fear They crawl slowly to me... my god, I cannot ee!!! Motionless, chained fast by fear For me all hope is lost I ventured where I dare not tread And now i pay the cost! My place is not here, yet here I die And peace I have not found... My head is severed at the neck, It falls silently to the ground...

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