eulogy.by ~OLoboCanta

Photography / Abstract & Surreal / Surreal

when i listen to Tool, things happen...
like i get 45 eyes and eat my own mouth.
twice.

He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.
He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.
We're gonna miss him
We're gonna miss him

So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don't cry
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.
We'll miss him.

Ranting and pointing his finger
at everything but his heart.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.
We're gonna miss him.
We're gonna miss him.

No way to recall
what it was that you had said to me--
like I care at all.
But you were so loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing--
and so loud.

"I'm too smart when you're invisible by the bone and the symbol on you. So he bashes his skull through the window while over looking the sea. Twilight amber ego. We were amused by this."

Standing above the crowd,
he had a voice that was strong and loud, and I
swallowed his facade cause 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 fuckin lie.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fuckin lie.

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own
eulogy?

He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.
He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.

Come down.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
for our sins and our lies.
Goodbye!

- Tool, "Eulogy"

(C) njc