hold the line
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~Get rid of it today: feel the passionated desire of TOOL now~]
"a child's rhyme is stuck in my head"
Why have your cheeks gone wet
those fucking word's stuck in my head
Why can't I just lay down in my bed
this face of your's is stuck in my head
So damnit, why just you don't let
me love, me care, me hold you just for a moment and I
feel this peace, i feel this war
I can't just see anything at all
blinding me, hating me fooling me
myself
praying to the one that does not exist
holding your hand, making a fist
never see you, see you again
see you walking into my head
left the door open for so much pain
so please, I'm beggin', why don't you let...
For the first time, I have been there
for the last time, I have seen those
ornamental death-telling graves of beauty
and truth
believe me, believe me, praying for the lie
I'm beggin, beggin, beggin one more time
one more time, we'll reach the borderline
of this life turning into a passionated fever
we're insane for believing, believing those who told us
now it's time, so we'll get deeper
no way, just hold the line
we're not afraid to die,
for what? it never mattered
confusion get's me, inside my vision,
maybe I'm a looser maybe I will fail
but nothing is much better
than burning in this hell
we grow, we are, we die, we live,
we don't care about the circumstaces
we are the circus circle, automatic gun machines
I swear, we are strangers
I walk out this room, white and pure
left alone by myself gone through this door
my other half is lying there no breath, cold floor
I don't want to be this anymore, won't be your whore
won't sell my soul whatever this might be
shadding through my tearful dream, nightmare, demon, he
just don't care so much for me
fingertips gone out forever
make a contract on your heart
kill me, stab me stab my heart with just...
holding the line
feeling just fine
hissed my flag
stood upon this
but then I fell this one time, two times
eternaly
just don't feel, fell, stopped by the ground
eternatly listening to this aweful, greatful sound...
~aHaze, 2005, lined up by this~
thanx to Tool, wanna play guitar, wanna play the drum.
teach me, teach me, my words are worth
-nothing-
