| Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion. |
Tool, |
Schism |
| I will work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down. |
Tool, |
Sober |
| Embrace this moment. Remember, we are eternal. All pain is an illusion. |
Tool, |
Parabola |
| Something kind of sad about the way things have come to be, desensitized to everything. |
Tool, |
Stinkfist |
| You are broken now, but faith can heal you. |
Tool, |
Opiate |
| Fundamental differing, pure intention juxtaposed, will set two lovers souls in motion, disintegrating as it goes. |
Tool, |
Schism |
| Fret for your figure, and fret for your latte, and fret for you lawsuit, and fret for your hairpiece, and fret for you prozac. |
Tool, |
Aenema |
| It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on personal freedom. |
Tool, |
Aenema |
| 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 capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable. |
Tool, |
Reflection |
| I should play God and just shoot you myself. |
Tool, |
Jerk-Off |
| Hatred keeps me alive. |
Tool, |
Bottom |
| Learn to swim. I'll see you down in Arizona Bay. |
Tool, |
Aenema |
| You piece of shit, why don't you just go and kill yourself? |
Tool, |
Hush |
| Release in sodomy, the one sweet moment I'm home. I do unto you now what has been done to me. |
Tool, |
Prison Sex |
| My God's will becomes me. When he speaks, he speaks through me. He has needs, like I do. We both want to rape you. |
Tool, |
Opiate |
| Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow. What you need is someone strong to guide you, like me. |
Tool, |
Opiate |
| Give away the stone, let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold. |
Tool, |
The Grudge |
| Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity. Calculate what we will or will not tolerate. Desperate to control all and everything. Unable to forgive you scarlet letterman. |
Tool, |
Grudge |
| You're gonna have another accident. You know, I'm involved with black magic. |
Tool, |
Message To Harry Manback |
| Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random, reaching out to embrace whatever may come. |
Tool, |
Lateralus |
| Following our will and whim, we may just go where no one's been. |
Tool, |
Lateralus |
| Something has to change. Un-deniable dilemma. Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear. |
Tool, |
Stinkfist |
| The poetry that comes from the squaring off between and the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance. |
Tool, |
Schism |
| This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality, embrace this moment. |
Tool, |
Parabola |
| To fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity, and still be human. |
Tool, |
Lateralus |