Tool - Sober
There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called must we,
just before the son has come.
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle?
something but the past and done.
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start this over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down.Trust me.
Mother Mary won't you whisper?
Something but what's past and done.
Mother won't you fucking whisper?
Something but the past is done.
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave.
Trust me
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we fuck forever?
I just want to start this over.
I want what I want.
Electric Wizard - Satanic Rites of Drugula
under saturns rays I rest in eternal sleep
dopesmoke violates my tomb and awakens me
clawing from the grave my batwings spread
their blood filled with drugs, so high, so dead
your dope laced blood shows me new highs
bloodlust, druglust, count drugula arise...
strung out on blood I hunt the streets at night
terror from the sky, in batform I strike
your naked body dragged to my darkened crypt
I tie you up, dope you up then your blood I sip
"Alucinação"
"A alucinação...toxinas fazem-me viajar sem aviso previo... enviao-me para recantos da minha mente onde historias são ainda arquivadas nos armarios ja recequidos onde jamais algum outro arquivo se encontrará.
Alucinação... pensamento que nos leva a delirar com situaçoes macabras e destrutivas feitas por nosso próprio cerebro, também leva alucinar coisas esbeltas e inimaginaveis…. São elas que me fazem pensar porque e já não preciso das toxinas para alucinar… cheguei a um nível a cima… sou agora um simples bobo da corte que chora por trás do riso enquanto te entretem e faz teus pedidos e ordens…
" António "Parte-Tudo"
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