Tool - Aenima Album Lyrics

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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 you
till 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 pichu
Chupa minha pica pinto

Something kinda sad about,
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can this 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

 

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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 wayyyyyy
to 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.

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 f*ckin' lie.
(Don't you step out of line! 3x)
Don't you f*ckin lie.

You claimed all this time
that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised
when you hear your own eulogy?
(He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say. 2x)

Coome down.
Get off your f*ckin cross.

We need the f*ckin space
to nail the next fool martyr!

To ascend you must die!
You must be crucified
for your sins and your lies!
Goodbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye

 

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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 my piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
but killing me just the saaame.
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 .
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 . 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)

 

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Useful Idiot


[Instrumental]

 

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Forty-Six & 2

Join in my
Join in my child
and listen ...
Digging through
My old numb shadow

My 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 my
Join in my child,
my shadow moves,
closer to me

I'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 two
are just ahead of me.

 

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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 [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?
F*ck you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.

And if I ever see your f*cking face around,
In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
F*ck you. F*cking 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? F*ck 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
sucking dicks on a plane!

 

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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 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 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 f*ckin' finger up your aaaaaaaaaaass!

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f*ck.
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 f*ckin' man then you're the f*ckin' man as well,
So you can point that f*ckin' finger up your aaaaaaaaaaaaaass!

consume,
be fruitful,
and multiply

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f*ck.
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, myyy
new record
Buy, my
Buy,
Send more money
(Fuuuuuck you, buddy! 4x)

 

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Intermission


[Instrumental]

 

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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 waiting
defending 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.

Hold your light Eleven.
something day? memory.
Hold your light,
Hold your light,
Hold your light where I can see

Hoooooooooooooooooome!

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.

 

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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.

 

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Pushit


[Instrumental]

 

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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 f*cking, hole we call LA.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any f*cking time.
Any f*cking 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 f*cking hole we call LA.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any f*cking time.
Any f*cking 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)
F*ck L Ron Hubbard and F*ck all his clones.
F*ck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.
(Learn to swim. 8x)
F*ck retro anything. F*ck your tattoos.
F*ck all you junkies and F*ck your short memory.
(Learn to swim. 8x)
F*ck smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas.
F*ck 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.

 

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(-) ions


[Instrumental]

 

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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 f*cking 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.


In Out In Out
Innnnnnnnnn!

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 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.

{whispering voices}

(Prying open my third eye. 10x)