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 goodbye Eleven is standing still Waiting for me to free him by coming home

Holding 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 hold the light that's been calling me back home

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... am glad that I have found you I am wide awake and heading home

Hold your light Eleven Lead me through each gentle step by step 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 'til one and one ARE one, Eleven.. so glow, child, glow. I'm heading back home

TOOL Schism (Lateralus)

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away

Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing. Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over. To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,

And the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.

Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any

Sense of compassion Between supposed lovers Between supposed brothers

TOOL The Patient Lateralus

A groan of tedium escapes me, Startling the fearful. Is this a test? It has to be, Otherwise I can't go on. Draining patience, drain vitality. This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here Giving blood, keeping faith And I'm still right here.

Wait it out,

Gonna wait it out, Be patient (wait it out).

If there were no reward to reap, No loving embrace to see me through This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. Gonna wait it out.

If there were no desire to heal A damaged and broken man along This tedious path I've chosen here I certainly would've walked away by now.

And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.

Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this.

And if there were no rewards to [reap / heal],

No loving embrace to see me through This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. And I still may. Gonna wait it out.

Disturbed Down With The Sickness Sickness

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel (Will you give in to me) It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing in me (Will you give in to me) Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violenty it changes There is no turning back now You've woken up the demon in me

Get up, come on get down with the sickness (x3) Open up your hate and let it flow in to me Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift that has been given to me

I can see inside you the sickness is rising Don't try to deny what you feel (Will you give in to me) It seems that all that was good has died And is decaying in me (Will you give in to me) It seems you're having some trouble In dealing with these changes Living with these changes The world is a scary place Now that you've woken up the demon in me

Madness has now come over me