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I find that I can see a light at the end down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.
The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless.
She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams. And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism I must crucify the ego before it's far too late I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
So crucify the ego before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical And you will come to find that we are all one mind Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough
Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
-tool reflections
a perfect circle in like 15 days. that is going to kick so much ass. i cant wait for ozzfest this year. it is going to kick some serious ass. s-l-a-y-e-r. fuck yeah. cant wait.
my dad is an asshole. i was supposed to go over there this weekend, which i wasnt too excited about. but he said hed rather not have me come over because he was feeling sick. so i called today to see if he was feeling better because the way he made it sound i thought he cought the fucking plague. so who picks up the phone? his fucking girl friend. and when i asked to talk to him she yelled for him and like a minute later she said "he cant come to the phone. hell call later" and hung up.
yeah fuckit who the hell cares.
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
It's calling me.
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.
The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless.
She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams. And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Don't want to be down here feeding my narcissism I must crucify the ego before it's far too late I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
So crucify the ego before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical And you will come to find that we are all one mind Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough
Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
before I pine away.
-tool reflections
a perfect circle in like 15 days. that is going to kick so much ass. i cant wait for ozzfest this year. it is going to kick some serious ass. s-l-a-y-e-r. fuck yeah. cant wait.
my dad is an asshole. i was supposed to go over there this weekend, which i wasnt too excited about. but he said hed rather not have me come over because he was feeling sick. so i called today to see if he was feeling better because the way he made it sound i thought he cought the fucking plague. so who picks up the phone? his fucking girl friend. and when i asked to talk to him she yelled for him and like a minute later she said "he cant come to the phone. hell call later" and hung up.
yeah fuckit who the hell cares.