TOOL LYRICS (AENIMA)

"Stinkfist"

Something has to change. Undeniable dilemma. Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear. Constant over stimulation numbs me But I would not want you any other way. Just not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I said, I don't want it. I just need it. To breathe, to feel, 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. I can help you change tired moments into pleasure. Say the word and we'll be well upon our waaay. Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within youtill you will not want me any other way. But it's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I said, I don't want it. I just need it. To breathe, to feel, 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 awaaaaaaaay. Chupa minha pica pichuChupa minha pica pintoSomething 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 a thing at all?I'll, keep, diggingtill 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.

"Eulogy"

He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. (We'll miss him. 2x)He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. (We'll miss him. 2x)(We're gonna miss him. 2x)So loooooong!We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well so looooooong. Don't cryyyyy. 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. 2x)Ranting and pointing his finger at everything but his heart. (We'll miss him. 2x)(We're gonna miss him. 2x)No wayyyyyyto recall what it was that you had said to me, like I care at alll. But he was sooo louuud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing and soooo louuuuuuuuud. You, could be, the one, who saves, me from, my own, existence.{indistinct}Standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was 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! 3x)Don't you fuckin lie.You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised when hear your own eulogy? (He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. 2x)Coome 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! Goodbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

"H."

now? shows up a few times, I can't decide whether he is saying now or just making a noise in these spots}What's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn my piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, but killing me just the saaame {now?}. The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have. My blood before me begs me open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again {now?}. Considerately. Venomous voice, tempts me, drains me, bleeds me, leaves me cracked and empty. Drags me down like some sweet gravityyyyyyyy. 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 {now?}. 2x)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. 4x)Without the skin here, beneath the storm, under these tears now, the walls came down. As the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of the 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. 2x)I dont' minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd!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. 3x) [Useful Idiot]{No Lyrics, sound of a record ending}

"Forty-Six & 2"

Join in my Join in my child and listen ...Digging through My old numb shadowMy shadow's Shedding skin and I've been picking scabs again. I'm down digging through my old muscles 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. 2x)Change is coming through my shadow. My shadow's shedding skin. I've been picking my scabs again. Join in myJoin in my child,my shadow moves,closer to meI've been crawling on my belly clearing out what could've been I've been wallowing in my own chaotic, insecure delusions. I wanna feel the change consume me, feel the outside turning in. I wanna feel the metamorphosis and cleansing I've endured in,(my shadow. 2x)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 twoare just ahead of me.

"Message to Harry Manback"

-Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzzo di merda? 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 {didn't too / 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. I hope somebody in your family dies soon. Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai a sucare cazzi su un aereo! Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit? Piece of shit, son of a bitch. Die, piece of shit, and go sucking dicks on a plane!- [Hooker with a Penis]I,met a boy, wearing Vans, 501s, and a dope,beastie-tee, nipple rings, new tattoos,that claimed tha he was OGT, back from '92, from the first EP. And in betweensips 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 advice for you, little buddy. Before you point your 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 aaaaaaaaaaass! All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever even heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, and then you bought ooone. 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 aaaaaaaaaaaaaass!consume,be fruitful,and multiplyAll you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever even heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, and then you bought oooooooooooone! 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 Buy, myyynew record Buy, myBuy,Send more money (Fuuuuuck you, buddy! 4x)

"Intermission"

No lyrics,

"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 hooooooooome. 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 are the voice that's been calling me back hoooooooome.Under a dead Ohio sky, Eleven has been and will be waitingdefending his light and wondering... where the hell have I been? Sleeping, lost, and numb. I'm..so glad that I have found you. I am wide awake and heading, home. {indistinct}Hold your light Eleven.{drums are too loud: something day?} memory.Hold your light, Hold your light,Hold your light where I can seeHoooooooooooooooooome!Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step by 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 hooooooooooooooome. [Die Eier von Satan] -Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker Ein Viertel Teeloffel Salz Eine Messerspitze turkisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teeloffel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertfunfzig Gramm gemahlene Nusse Ein wenig extra Staubzucker ... und keine Eier In eine Schussel geben Butter einruhren Gemahlene Nusse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten Augenballgrobe Stucke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker walzen und Sagt die Zauberworter Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier .. -{Translated by Vedran: A half cup of powdered sugar, a quarter teaspoon of salt, a knife-tip of Turkish hashish, a half pound of butter, one teaspoon vanilla sugar, a half pound flour, one hundred fifty grams of ground nuts, a little more powdered sugar... and no eggs. Put in a bowl, stir in butter, add ground nuts and knead the dough. Form eye-ball-size pieces of dough, roll them in the sugar and say the magic words: Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim. Lay on a greased metal baking sheet and bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes, and NO EGGS. Bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes, and no eggs.}

"Pushit"

Saw that gap again today , while you were beggin' me to stay,take care not to make me enter,if i do we both may disappear.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 4x) me. (You're pushing me and shoving me. 4x)You (still love me, still love me, pushit on me, pushit on me 2x). Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the fault line. Better take care not to make me enter. 'cause if I do we both may disappear. But (you're pushing me, shoving me. 4x)You still love me, still love me pushit on me, pushit on me.(You're pushing me and shoving me. 2x)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 piece of miiiiiiiiiiiiiiind. (Pushit on me, 4x)You're pushing, and shoving, and scrambling, keep my feet back on the ground!(Put me somewhere I don't wanna beee. 2x)Seeing someplace I don't wanna seeee. Never wanna see that place agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain. 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 might fade like a sigh if I staaaay, you minimize my movement anywaaaay, I must persuade you another waaaaaaaaay. pushing, shoving,pushing, shoving,pushing meThere's no love in feaaaaaaaar!Staring down the hole again. Hands are on my back again. Survival is my only friend. Terrified of what may come. Yeah. Remember I will always love you, as I claw your fucking throat away. (It will end no other way. 2x)

"Cesaro Summability"

{something incredibly quiet in the background, I think it's someone talking}

"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 bull-shit three ring cirrrrcus siiiideshow 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 lawsuit and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. It's a bull-shit three ring cirrrrrcuus siiideshow 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 I sure could use a vacation from this stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. (Learn to swim. 3x)Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to beeeeeeeee. (Learn to swim. 8x){continues in background}Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. (Learn to swim. 8x){continues in background}Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. (Learn to swim. 8x){continues in background}Fuck smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, insecure actresses. (Learn to swim. 8x)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 see it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all awaaaaaaaaay. 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 come down. (Suck it down. 2x)Flush it down.

"(-)Ions"

No Lyrics

"Third Eye"

-Bill Hicks:See I think, drugs have some ddone good things for us. I really do. And if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us. Do me a favor, go home tonight, take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your CDs, and burn them. 'Cause you know what? The musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years? Reeeeeeeal fucking high on drugs.--Today young men on acid realized that alll matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one conciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather.--It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on peersonal freedom is what it is, okay?. Keep that in mind at all times, thank you.-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. {indistinct}In Out In Out Innnnnnnnnn!{6:52}-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 away?Came out to watch you play. Why are you running?"-Shrouding 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?Came out to watch you play.Why are you running away?" (Prying open my third eye. 4x)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. (Opened my eye 3x) And there we were (Opened my eye 3x) And there we wereSo 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. {whispering voices}(Prying open my third eye. 10x)